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and tongue pass
And we got a routine
She cums alot and I cum last
Im all in it
Breaking down every wall in it
Cold out in these streets
I stop by to get warm

to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me

Said that's that Kaepernick energy
Bended Knee, Boyz II Men
I'm 21, voices creep
Whispers that I'm much too young to be out, son
By out, I mean out

Yeah this one is long overdo
Like the rest of the album I know I know
Yeah
But this one is dedicated to my wife
Check it
I know we talk about this

the concrete jungle
We can never be soft

We should not be playing 2 Chainz
We should not be playing Ross all the time
We should not be playing Drake, we
Should

up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets
That my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper
Yo I'm

the sun so scared of me
Sally sold me sea shells
Shelly's shore been shining by the sea
I've been starving in my town
Cali been the place to eat
Momma

Street
Am I salty is my music gaudy? they can't judge I'm to cocky
You thought you were clever with a gun like you got leverage
See me die is that

to the clones of a
Spider crew
No hate, just a fuck you too
Not pressed by what you do
I'm M C let the mic confuse
It's righteous soul food, for
The album do,

Came up from up from a E pill
Stack or starve in the streets
My new Mac I call it Apple
Every year that shit release
They say JD what you doing
In

Fuck ya policy
The brainwash never got to me
Fixtion gon be all you see
When you laid out up on the street (Ow)
No apology
Gimme wallet and keys

the guys instruments got us bumping to it
I got it
You got it
Feenin for the top I'm about it
Album number two
Still vibing
Carl comin' through fuck it up

it, They dont call me pops for no reason
Ya nah mean
I'm out here poppin niggas
Givin bus fare and wisdom to all you street mufuckas
Fuck with me dawg

by chance
Flip your coin or claim your cash
I just wanna go and make my craft
Third revision, raising class
Don't think I'm real
Tell me how you feel
I

my growth
I value people close to me and that's my biggest oath
And to my brothers nlyb that's fucking quote
I'm working hard to get respect by all

just tryna get thugged"
Your job tryin' not to look smug
Four names, two aliases and all of 'em is mud
Album dropped with a thud
Awkward silence,

rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
 I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up

Mr. Jones

Elvin Jones

Live at the Village Vanguard

1968

away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by

the best of it
Goddamn Soulja
Inspired by the greats, albums and mixtapes
And hustlers from the streets

Gave knowledge of moving weight
Made promises I

bout to clap
I'm the GOAT, you should pull out my stats
I don't want her, but that pussy is crack

Fuck a tacky, I only move tact
Two twin glocks named

Uh
And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected
Yeah
Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper
Fueled by

ride
And you know the cash app Niggas gon' slide
Too Many girls around me I need two wieners
Y'all niggas can't see me I'm Black John Cena
All black,

Do you remember walking to the water? Surrounded by empty summer homes
Some awful nu-metal album, blasting out of broken headphones
We'd wind up back

A Love 2

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