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to learn every single time
Neuroses disappear
When fingers are snapped
I've got the power I'm laid back, I withstand the attacks
Of the pricks from

Momma never said something so truthful as
Holding me crying saying: This too shall pass
Words were fuel to put me back on a useful track
Repeat them

like a six some I'm duckin her like
Damn, uh
I'm never hittin my muh fuckin peak
Cause I do more shit then just sit back and tweet
If you want some proof

been on a mission to get loot 
Ever since Snoop was laid back sipping Gin and Juice 
Ambition never an issue 
Kept my vision clearer than Walter White's

the yard
A rat nigga cannot (no), if he a chomo, he cannot (no)
Don't get into politics, move like a king, I'm too laid back
Some niggas' paperwork be

You've been staying on my mental
Running through my conscience
And even though we've been through hell and back
It's my chain you're still rockin

Yea Yea
Yea Yea
Why you never text never hit back
Why I always call just to call back
Why you always love just so you can fall short
Follow pain

the trap with the Dutch
Now I'm out in Amsterdam with ten grams in a blunt
King Tut, laid back in the cut
Couple hundred tracks in a tug
I'm Mad Maxin'

thanks for asking
(Look!)
Jesus saved lives, but I can't save nothing
Not a life, bitch, or money, so it's back to hustling
Hold your head gang, it's

lights, thats what pops say
Tryna go global over night, give me front page 
So tell me, why I’m bothered by this lil’ minutiae
Same reason you wear

I often think of my younger days, when I was motivated by hunger pains
Pockets filled with a ton of change but that wash money don't bring a ton

the moment I laid my eyes on you
It was never fake or deliberate I genuinely tried to be a nicer dude
I don't mean to make money off of this shit but I just

you can hear my chain wave
Whippin' a foreign how we remain slaves
Play it back and I scream more (yeah)

It's feelin' like we at a crossroads

and keep a strap
Ain't getting zoed got a target on my back
No strings attached by myself not in a pack
In it for the money just want bread I'm chasing racks

what you think yeah
F’ what you think
You and me really is not the same thing
You playing games, going in clubs, trying to get laid
If I go out I'll make

Why are we running towards the danger 

I Hate love

Well it’s just some stupid shit I made up 

Caked up, laid up 

But I’m dreaming

Raise up, baked

to get you hit
You had the chance to do somethin'
But you froze up like a bitch
Yeah I'm laid back but you gotta know I'm wit the shits
Send the racks out

lotta you but I ain't gotta do what you do ima flip the script 
Layed back wit my rib
Work 
Grinding takin care of my kids
Work 
Mission minded kingdom

slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents

by the words we didn't say
Now ones close to the ones we love will never be the same
If this world was mine then I'm restoring peace
Everyone get

like my life has been falling apart
I'm calling to God cause I need his help I can't deal with this shit when I'm all by myself
And God I know this isn't

If you judge me you don’t have time to love me
If you judge me by my past don’t be surprised
when you become a part of it
When you judge somebody

Flip Flop

Yung Joc

Young and the Restless

2007

the Decatur streets
Laid back in these ostrich seats
I'm in the hood makin' deals on the cell phone
Peakin' at that ass crack bustin' out that lil' thong

for the rest of your occupants
You act like a pest, You take the wrong step and that's all of it, Eon

Seeing my perspective from a bare wall
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