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with their head back/
Hit me up for the loud pack, is that rapper weed,
so don't be surprised when you get taxed/
Fly by, shift fast, burning gas,

more than a pill
Self employed, shirts have Typhoid
Beefs annoy, don't get destroyed (what)
By this New York menace
Cock Glocks, pop shots
Turn your face

Articulating the vision
Standing with my people Breaking division
I'm living commission
Heavenly treasures
Intimate action
Traction
Capture the caption/
My Lord

mama now
cnd I respect you gonna hold you down
Girl you know I rep you
Whenever you ain't by my side 
I been fiending since I met you
God bless you
You

you now)
So girl let's slide
Oh girl let's slide
I want you right here by my side
(Hoo)
All the time
Ima treasure you through all
Cuz you so fine
Let's

Another table for one again
Another scoop of the same ice cream
One lonely car ride to bed and then
Wake up and repeat

A pirate without his treasure

(it's always as simple as that)
Just look above your head now

Don't wanna miss a thing
All the wonders of my life
May pass me by if I'm always so

Niggas back-dooring they brothers to get by
Murkin the masses a massacre wit this sacred treasure I'm finna call up the big guy
Takin a walk on the front

patient
Thank goodness gracious
Hearts full of latent emotions that never made it
Incarcerated by Self-doubt
You try to fake it
Dwell in thoughts that never

attached to no fools
Treasure the life you have and within it you'll find jewels
Life's a game but I refuse to play by the worlds rule
They're like
Where did

spreads before his eyes
Amidst the bloodletting he reigns
The fields made fertile by his veins

With reputation of a patron king adored
Artists

the rock
Like Foden takin' a cross, I got cane by the box

I need that big bread, no french baguette
Run up in your yard like Darg where the treasure chest

it is the loneliest on Earth
I've got rooms filled with treasures, from ceiling to floor
But there is no one to share them, what is it all for?

I'm

May he rest

Paintin' pictures of perfection that come with flaws
Many times the days were hard, but never the knew the cause
Tried to abide by

of the night
I took you by your hand and whispered something
Your rhythm touching and i was only hoping that
This moment never dies
Blood preasure already

Uhh
Uhh
Wants aside
Needs aside
Those are the things you can't put side by side
War aside
Peace aside
Those are the things that will collide (Feel

Girl that noonie bomb as fuck
Like Russ-ah ah
Sweet love yum yum
Boogie man gon eat you up
By your side I be loya-ahl
Cup over floh-ow
Bleed you my

Daddy With a Z
Written by B-fresh
Produced by Donald XL Robertson 
Executive Produced by Darren Delo Beard
Label: Originalgangsterrecords.com

Knocking on Heaven's Door

Virtual Alien

Remove Your Face

2015

a party in Blue, knocking on heaven's door
a lack in the Game of the time
a life lived by those involved In luxury 

The one searched away must be

education whatsoever
But you stuck with me through all kinds of fucked up weather
Hoping days'll get better like I said they would
They said "Stand by your

Alone by  myself and I did some reflection
I know i ain't perfect I still make mistakes
For my lil young one I do what it takes

Foot on they necks I'm

thinking let’s get it on

Flowing like the wind through the trees
Rooted by what's inside of me
You got a stay ready
You better be strong
Stimulate my mind

Youre the only one I want, baby gimme all of you
Ya stay puttin up walls, but Im still breaking through
Promised you'd stay by my side, I pray your

life applies the pressure
Devours second guessers
Test your soul, take ya measure
Tempt you wit tarnished treasure
Are you gon stand or fall
Are you gon