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When you walk in this do' every night
I can tell by your body language sum' ain't right, yeah
You don't hug me the same
Yo' love starting to fade

You serious, you played yourself
You did this, she's yours now.
How could you let somebody lay where I laid
You gave up everything that we made
How

ready to Execute
Polk County Vibes in the fuckin booth
SnapGang MoneyTeam if yeen know us now you fuckin knew (Yea)

It's not enough love in this world

a cool head though
Hold me down no Velcro, All off in yo chest bro
You ain't got the titles why you got it though
Fooled by the system
Use to this peasant

business then & there
If it's 25 to Life, You gotta risk getting the chair
I was raised by some OG'z, I'm solid as they come
So if you know it like I know,

plates
New face one 4 0 case
I remember this though, yo once said
Old advice from ol' head
You can escape pol-ice but the real gangsters is the feds
I know

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S-K-double O-L B-O-I
Aka ZINVO
I need 돈, 돈, 돈
I'm obsessed with the bill
Got a hunger for them thrills
Need

Emotions, commotion, emotions, como
I'm trying to speak Spanish, Te amo, mi amor
Say the word and I will vanish into this big Ol' world where you,
Living rent

Eyeballin or math I show my work boy that's accurate
Left some work by my folks house and told him i'll be back to get it
My partner sold it im like homie

you offended yeh'
Iss been a time and iss infinite yeh'
I put my chips in that ol' bowl yeah
Trynna tell you that iss all over
All this shit is

don't shit fumble 
Big Numbers 

Counting the billi's by racks 
Throwing ya bitch in the air
My voice and the beat yeah it smack
Caught lil bitch now im

to make it by saving every dollar
But damn how I miss those days
Where we'd invite people over and have a fire in the backyard
Or when we'd go steal traffic

situations get defriended
Other situations get attended
I remember I never pretended
That this is as big as it gets
Zoned out I ain't gonna miss
Poem got my

barrack for good ol' Jimbo
Like the fucking Richmond cheer squad.

So when you're listening to Morrison Hotel
And Jimbo's in top form
Whining about this

they did it for me

Now I stand years later its the same ol' mess
That's why I open up my vocals every chance that I get
I done already told ya' got some

reindeer really know how to fly
Can I stay up to see his sleigh in the sky
Where'd he get this grand idea in the first place
His workshop must be huge

to this world you won't see separation
It'll be a manifestation of bliss without all the hating
I mean yeah you will see it
But no longer will you perceive

that was tragic
No olive trees, no olive branches
No signs of peace in the Middle East
This history I re-examine
When I say Mohammad I don’t mean

unfold
cs I stand at heaven's door

Taking a trek down to ol' Baddeck
By the Cabet Trail
c misty little town in a faraway fairytale
Prayin' for the wit

on the way to win
Now what'cha know about that
If you don't know
Much I guarentee you finna know about the?
So ya see me pulling up in a betty ol' slut
Head

but they don't live by it
Same ol', different year
I'm more than a bit tired
Lately I feel like I'm just ready for some big riot
Can't be assed with it

won’t say none
If you wanna see the world
Say that
Big ol booty on the p jet
Make sure your people get the message
Designer logo on all the luggage

'Cause it's pretty hard to find a good man
Who gives a god damn...
When he's treated like Job by the powers that be
What are the rest of us fucks

Baby girl 
I’m the one you said you wanted in the whole world 
Big bands in my hand 
They don’t fold girl
I know a nigga thuggin
Ask my ol girl 
You love