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Walking my dog by the lake
Kids with their mom on the lawn with their mates
All get along it is bomb and the feeling is great

Damn I'm feeling great, when

make sense
'Cause I stay by myself I ain't need no bitch
I just need my cash, I jus need my chick
All these blue strips got em thinking I'm a Crip
I just

who did.

Many centuries ago, St Augustine - the saint of my church - wrote that a people was a multitude defined by the common objects of their love

the chosen one
I'll show I'm not alone I run
With my homies watch what we become
We the chosen ones

I know that I'm the chosen one - I'm destined for a lot

shit every muthafuckin rhyme
I give you real shit every muthafuckin rhyme
Life of crime that im livin got me thinkin bout a lawyer
cuz it's a whole lot

witnessing
Corned but can't box me in
Passion mixed with lots of sin
Had to distance myself cuz the devil knocked can't let him win
All the pain that you

to suspensions
Now I just walked in the car lot holding my pink slips, rocking Givenchy
If I had my life on the line, I'd take the shot but I'm not a Nowitzki

ass bitch
You a opp no you don't get a pass bitch
I hit the yo with the gang and a whole lot of money yeah I'm in my bag bitch
Niggas be broke than

sacrificin' myself becomin' feeble (Feeble)
I sit at a meeting surrounded by people who don't care about me, my future, what I do or For them I'm condemned

or not
It's a whole lot easier to just give in than it is to not
But to rock the same road and follow those who haven't
Lost the path is half the drive,

fruity
Kinda been feeling like my life's a movie
Surrounded by money, nice cars, and booties
Judies love that so they wanna do me
Hitting from the back got

to beat the game
If you get her back, you'll just see she changed
All you got is you and that's not a lot
So what's your survival plot, as a
Grain of sand

chocolate crunch and a lot of chumps
Get Monster Munched, I flow cold like I got frost in lungs
And when I'm writing frightening, like that giant raised by

can't wait for you to come by
So that we can chill till the sunrise
I can't wait for you to come by
So that we can chill till the sunrise (Youngsta yeah)

nothing
Church and Times Square
A whole lot of nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing"
The Fugs were real poets with
Real topics to speak out
And through

Held it down for me in the dark imma us shine
Now we in the rolls curling toes roll the windows down
Roll the windows
It's gettin' hot in here
A lot

boy like a chorus
I put in work like a chore
I came from robbing and kicking in doors yea
Blood money a lotta extortion
I put in work out of love and my

cube on the back, it make it automatic
Nigga ain't teach me to be real, that shit was automatic

Gave her what's under my belly, now, she love me

this ass felt 

Independent bitch but 
I love it when a man help 

Ion need a nigga I
Can do it by my 
Damn self 

But I know he’ll drown 
In this pussy

that casket with
A whole lot of baggage, shit
Mama cried her eyes out, I told her dry your eyes now
We keep it pushing, doing what we gotta do
My ride

needed you by
I was left all alone, all I could do was cry
Your love like a drug, this shit got me so high
My feelings too strong, put my pride

a lot of shit on my mind
You stuck sill standing on enemy lines
If I'ma run it we better be fine
clways look forward and never rewind
We make the right

soul, no goal, cold stroll
Down the snowy road I roll, knowing I am all but whole
Five minute half-life, when I rap you laugh, right?
Know my lyrics rhyme

nigga put it on 4s
Cadillac with the suicide doors
Parking lot pimpin with a car full of hoes
Niggas only pour 4s, niggas only blow O's
Gotta love it in