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The truth I intend, need never to pretend
I mean why they try and bend, all the love they try and send
Whats broken try and mend because enemies can be

John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit

I aint no simp
So, Becca, you can save it
Don't call me Mr. Means, I regret I even made it. I'm unbothered
By the unrepost
I built you up inside my

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Live Coverage

2004

by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be	, fifteen years of are & be	 transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks

to Philly Gave you the celly
Real talk gave you the telly
Really put food in your belly
Keep it a buck
You do it for comments and likes
But nigga, this ain't

I gotta spirit inside of me
That's been telling me to cut off my face
And do it in spite of me and my mask
It can be used to cover mistakes
So what

Every night after that
I don't know why I do this
I'm so young and foolish
For your love I'll be a Stan

I'm looking out your window, oh
I'm looking out

of foe stacker
DaApe
Any track you clickin' written by da god'll be viscious
I grab the blick and scratch serials like lottery tickets
DaApe tough. Break

tryna acting all so cool, this chick got a way to make me really feel cool 

On a raceline for your race, frontline everytime for your case, real deal no

Put up with all my bullshit or you can hit the door
You know it ain't none to tell a bitch go
Jay Jay got bitches, getting low (Fasho)
Where was you

(Mmmmh, mmmmm, mmmm)
(Bigshot)
(Bringin this, man fuck that this that real nigga shit man)
(Shoutout Waka)
(Bitch we go hard in the paint)
We go hard

Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by

four kids, and they all got a different daddy
Damn these hoes be Wildin', I can't try to hide this itch no more, you know my name Bloodstain
Sonya Blade,

dong, he go ching chong
Like a samurai, he got the sword like Shling Shlong
He got that hump like Trump, bing bong

Call me R. Kelly, the way I got this

going to be just fine

If poetry is a woman
Then tell everyone the wedding is not off
I've changed my mind
Whether lawfully or unlawfully
I take her as my

out of me before

Lost inside my mind
A mindset setting off a minefield
Tell myself that
It's not real
It's not real no
Oh god, this can't be real

I've

all of it 
One would be 2 by now 
We'd probably have 8 of em
I hate them 8 ams 
I hate all type of exams 
I hated school 
But I made it through 
Cuz

Succesful

We are getting stronger by every year

Everything is going smoothly, releasing tracks after tracks

All In just like a real gambler

You

on a trend to be famous and rich
I'm independent, by myself, and I've been making these hits
I've been at it since I was twelve, I was made for this shit
I

real lower by the day I Speak less
You can see all the pain in my eyes when you look and you see where a soul once laid At unrest
Mama told me the sticks

tryna make a lie true.
Staring through your eyes, tryna find the real you.

Huh, but the you I thought I knew.
I would give the world it’d just be us two.

But really tho
You make me feel so breathless, can I come over, get reckless
I just want you by my side, Don't think we could say goodbye
Hold on to my

till it dries and it's Stale
Now your skin looking pale
You were never real
Soul's gone you left behind this little Shell
Ride Happy in hell if that's

don’t mind as long you by my side
It’s the weekend
So girl I was thinking
We can get it on till the early mornin
With that Jodeci bumpin in the background