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your love and your grace
And how you've won many battles for me
So with lifted hands I'll say

You are great and mighty (Yes you are lord you are you

came
Tell her come clean, my queen, my scene
Arlene I musta dream you the dream
If you're lookin' for excitement, then show your hand
And if you're

can't even play
I was involved in self inflicted torment
Causing me to be addicted to wealth without a forced hand
With my own understanding saw it

hung like a shroud in the still of the morn
The silver cobwebs spun with the dew
Hung from the bushes in filigree splendor
And water lilies asleep

the snakes with they cutlass
Intention stab in me public
To God in secret lifted my orisons
Shit you can't peep
VIP
So demons say Sela vi, sinners see me

of my essence, edge of existence On the edge of my pen when I push it
Destined for great shit, aware so I trade since You can tell by my presence, I'll

to hate ride
She grabs me by the hand tells me
It'll be alright
I really want to believe her but I just break down and cry
You don't know the things I've

where to hide
The tares are here no fear stand up and fight

With war they came before and will come again
Why do the people today want to sing their

your whip is
City boy, born and raised, where our car's opposite of lifted
Rolling style, nasty low, with them speakers knocking
Couple inches off

ride
She grabs me by the hand tells me it'll be alright
I really want to believe her but I just break down and cry
You don’t know the shit I’ve been

with it
Fighting so we can win it 
Smoking the trees, lifted

Wake up in the morning take a dab and go to sleep in it
That bitch still tryna fuck me tell

In my mind's eye, I stand with the eleven 
On a hilltop near Bethany 
This is the place where we last saw Jesus 
As he was lifted up and hidden by

the way up to the ceilin
Thru the madness I've been livin in my
Chips stacked low thats the hand that ive been given
No tellin tall tales when I speak on my

Swag Surfing

F.L.Y.

Jamboree [Edited Version]

2009

dish detergent

(jit)
i pop out in the club with a pocketful of Ben's
get stupid fresh like im qrapped up in seran
swag super cool, blowin strong like

me
Only you alone can ease my troubled heart and bring me home to safety yeah
When I was astray and felt all alone you lifted my head with assurance

don't mean more hands
That will hold you up when you fall
It just means that those motherfuckers
Who're riding until the end
Get mixed in with all

Beef with the government til they ain’t sleep ugh
We are products of Royalty
No ignoring me
History on your hands
That made the Hundreds bleed
Wake up

birds up in the sky
Trying to find me with it's light
Gun in hand lifted high
Aim at the pilot
And I fire
Squad cars hear the noise
Here comes real bad

you pray to is my witness (God)
Break them O's down to some grams and spark it up and then get lifted (Get High)
I don't smoke so if you pass that liq

Don't try that shit around here cause we with it, yea
Hands behind my back, I take ya bitch
I might even wear a blindfold
Six foot flat, Fuck good
She

and these lil niggaz after my belt
Ima jab to the left and once I get my bag Ima step
Ima King hoe, regardless of the hand I was delt
Down to get it by any

know I'm just chillin about by the coffee machine
Or whatever

My coworkers wanna hear ya boy flow
Well who's secondin that?
Been at it for several years

She using the same hand when she grip it
On the come up put the TAC in your interest
Some rockstars when I band with my misfits
Been in school for

tight
In this day and age we stay afraid to stand out but we’ll stay for days for a hand out
And it pays to play so get your grands out I amaze with plays