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that is not pressure
I know real Zaza's, I can tell by the texture

You must be off hard drugs, you still rocking Mecca
Damn, shout out to Chilly Most
I

You can hit my line
You can hit my line
You can hit my line
OK ok hit my line
Ok you don't even be seeing if I'm fine
No way Jose getting jitters

I look into your eyes and wonder bout who else is getting lost in them
In the middle of the night, if you call, you know I'm answering
I've been

"You'll only be admired
If you do it all yourself. Like who would ever aspire
To need someone else to do it for them, is a liar
Or a lazy S.O.B." is your

Empyrean Abattoir

Of Montreal

Aureate Gloom

2015

who you are
Now, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh

You were once beloved by my people
Now it's bad luck to even say your name
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
When I see

had to move 
Shawty bad but she broke well
We gon fix her attitude 
Now they mad but mad at who 
Cause I did wat I had to do and I'm 
Still
Spill
Still

is to be saved
He said I've lived a bad life, I'm lost and depraved
I said 'The Lord will save the rest of your days
If you turn to him in faith
Pray

Where I'm from all the packs caking up niggas
Where you from lots of rats, snakes and fuck niggas
Where I'm from man these hoes be the real hustlers

what I'm saying, yeah. Y'all know who it is everythang brisket, check me out vegas born look me up all social media sites everythang brisket. See I den

I'm trying my best to stop their fight
I stand alone where you can't be
This is my home where you can't see or hear
Or feel the pain and I remain

made to feel a fool
By your friends and lovers
I keep my wits about me when I'm out
With my friends and lovers
Joanne's so full of doubt
cause she thinks

and
The new world with insanity
But if all of what I plan to be  
Was gods plan then I gotta surpass man
In advance leave what's broken in sand
I'm the man in

going back put it on the 2 you can catch me
In the hood, gov lane dude don't play by the rules 
Switch up the flow I'm taking all the dues I do 
What it

dismissed
Oh, bad southern blood god send me southern love
'Cause my heart beats to the sound of the fiddle and steel
I'm searching for my soul and Lord

the pool side
Ain't no competition man I flew by
Gotta let 'em know who they ruled by, nigga
Yea
I make it look easy I get it
Pen to the page, don't have

bring shame

Seems all I do in this world is just take
Hide all my flaws could it mean that I'm fake
Get so consumed by all of the hate
We often forget

A man who went gambling, on the streets ambling, lost all he had to his name
It wasn't his money on the table that night, but he was the one to blame

to roll Swishers but it's been so long
Now Dutches come in clutch when I ain't been in touch with who I've lost
Sometimes that be me, sometimes that be my

Sauced down like I'm Muir Glen
Thank God for the blueprint
Who Is Labra
Classic (True)
Skinny boned but still fit
All it took, practice
Take you down

Tight

Rah Digga

Digital Soul, Vol. 3.1: Triple 555 Soul

day and all night
Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad]
Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs

It's winter and it's cold
As I lie alone in my bed
I dream about you don't want to wake up
Because without you I'd rather be dead

Why do I feel like

Come on man
A song bout me
Come on man you in the NFL man
Come on man a song bout me
Man i'm in largo man
Why you go to those extents man
I thought

of my ceilings,

So I get high way above the waves of bad feelings
cnd evil dealings
These things I'm fearing

cre only myself and my appealing
Evil

know my mama mad
Her son be goin' through these bitches

I told my mama I love them both, I don't know who to pick
But I'm my daddy's son, she said she