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I done had a lot of different groups of friends
Used to spend school recess shooting hoops with them
Few of them I hold profusely on a looser thread

Pussy don't run got the beam on his back
I need that money with no strings attached
Got a nigga sitting in the trap cutting crack
Your man like

used to be the type to go way too hard
But here I am and baby, there you are

Now I could be wrong
I might be right
I never have believed in love

And what’s best for me
I’d prolly take a peak
Then start cooking with the recipe
Huh
But then again i'm walking with God
Walk in faith not by sight
So when you

and Eddy, yeah, the trio of dummies
I swear when DD fucked with Dexter man that shit wasn’t funny

I had VHS types they was the best
We lived by the Bounty

Been away for a minute
Then I came right back
Just to prove I still got it
But you already know that
Already know that the shot gon' sound in

Man #1: "What's in my backpack "
Man #2: "Right now in my
Backpack is a laptop, four records
One of them is +Peter Piper+ 12"
Three Serato records

slay you so hard I'm the last one that standing

We looking for Kills man we coming for you
This forty-two glitz fitting perfectly on you
I saw

never touch the Motherland
Uh, because my skin's a different color to them other man
But still they're calling me the colored man
So you can find me in

smile
But your eyes look tricky
Yo, I gotta be home by 8:
30 or my moms'll kill me
She spazzes out when I'm late
Plus she says that I'm too young to date

Sorta like my name LeBron

I used to question why this process takes so long
Man you can never take my food from the plate it's on
I need the grey poupon

son
He crushed up all his metacarpals
He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident
After the show
He didn't follow where y'all taxi went
Will this be

the corner, 
I will not be distracted by a bitch that isn’t happy with the simple fact i have my shit in order,

Man I’m done talking bout loose lips, 
Tryna go

When I was five years old I
Used to hear funk and soul
Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, buggin on the names
With

through
And I thank you and love you
For all you did, unlike you
Who just left, without a trace
Tormented by harsh actions, but that's cool
I'm better

a changed man, new game plan
Was so close to be a GHOST, I FACEd who I am
Inspect the deck (Inspectah Deck), a new 5, lose that hand
There's a Method to my

to the core like he been playing for the Ravens

He said Congratulations I listen to Manifestation
I hear you talking bout you wanna be of the greatest
Is it

it's drip or flight
You tryna be adidas with only two stripes
And I don't even know what to say
You used to never give me the time of day
Man I'm like

a stroke of genius
Ain't meaning that I'm perfect but I worded these verses
To save a soul or two and to tell you the truth I believe it's worth it
Through

them bouncin' ass on the balcony
Turn this shit to gold like alchemy
Man, I give this shit my soul every ounce of me
Just for people that are there to be

adjustin' but we couldn't get the cuffs to fit
And she be quick to fisticuffs when we discussin' it
Keep it a stack with you, brick by brick, we'll build

See I be the T I P to your little flip (flip)
Come on man how's you expect to possibly win
Leave you like Ben Lummis when the novelty end
Womans Day

consolin' my moments of crisis
Knowing the price is paid by both
Who s'posed to be thicker than water
Thinkin': why bother
You that father playing deadbeat

Little nigga from the southside
Straight from the zoo
Took my homeboys straight to cloud 9
With no reboot and my mummy used to 9, 5
I‘m talking 2