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Back in band class I was playing trumpets just like this
I was always loner never had to many friends
Sitting for the corner was too nerdy for my

tellin' you bout their version of inhumanity
Hä
What's a spy without a mission
That's like pushing keys with no doors
Like trappin with no goals
You

never helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a ho nigga, and I'm livin' by the code

I got hoes down the road

on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me

flex
Atm
I just open new accounts
Double up and double back
Yea I gotta new amount
All my dollars going up
So you know I’m balling know
Pockets on that

Check Your Game

King Tee

7th Deadly Sin

1999

mom's house... 

[Chorus]
[King T]
To all my G's rock on
get your ride on - when you hear it
The forbidden Gangland lyric
Player Haters fear it

you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight

[Hook]

[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp

tall 
And there's a version of me praying for my downfall
Part of me is full of hope like roman candles 
And part of me despairs like a cannibal  
It's

Day in Day Out

Dream Warriors

Subliminal Simulation

1995

tears 

sell us full of samples with ample time to loop 

it's just the beats from the dead from my head with my troop 

and it be cool if all

clueless
I'm like a sleuth
Psychoanalysing each of the words you phrase
Decoding all your hidden messages page by page
I'm working harder than I ever have

a bitch cuz it's just u in that cell
Only rock with me gettin bands by myself
Chico told me keep a 40 guarding all my wealth 
Everybody sayin what I'm doin

defying the physics of flight
By vanishing

You can call me Mr. Ritual
Gifted individual
Vision full of visuals
Spit the fifth dimensional
Mr. Ritual
Gifted

all the reasons you should change
Tonight is the night of the knuckleheads
They're preying on the freaks for dressing strange

Going out on Thursday

all up in your phone cause you texting bitches
Mine say that she don't care but please don't bring home snitches

She be running all night cause she

I grew up in the household full of family
2 brothers and 4 sisters yea we all family
I was the youngest boy in the litter out to break way
I Meet my

and True
The Spirit of Victory flows through you
We're more than soldiers, we are a band
Each step, in rhythm, across the land
Rise up, warriors, steady

Sometimes my worries dei kill my light, e dei make me feel like say I no dei alright
I dei try so hard so I go make amends, for all the wrong things

the reason
Mind was full of debas
Stop chasing your dreams - it’s all fake
You on your own you wanna join the game
No money in your pocket how would you pay

Trying to be a better person Get back up on my shit
I gotta be a better version of me
Yeah, I'm just trying to reach my full potential
Before we fade

Don't want no lust, gotta rebuke it, celibate till marriage
Full with the spirit, not no drink, that's where I get all the courage
Making music for

he H to the izzo, M to the izzo?
For shizzle you phony
The rapper version of Sisqo
And that's for certain, you cloned me
Your wack clothes line i'd

something
I aint really here for all yall bitching and fussing
I was broke too still came up from nothing
I got the mac watch you lack in the trap then i come

yeah yeah. aye
Wait wait. yeah
Look I know some people who die young Thanking the lord that I'm not one
But pray for my brothers and all of my sisters
I

that mean I spend hella bands
Have you ever got your suit
Tailor'd by the man
Have you ever got your suit
Flown in by the man
You don't get that kind