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God Body, I'm back in my book of life, for certain, B
Slang radiant, stadium effect, ice fang mangle and respect
Knuckle up, you hangin with vets
a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in
Bottles up put dem in the air
Men dey talk I know wetin I hear
Live my life like ion really care
Cos when e bust
When e bust
When when when when e
work tryin' to get by
Every time I close my eyes
I'm havin' nightmares of closed caskets faced down
Thankin' is it my time
But got to watch these
the lamp on
Everybody knew i had shine since day 1
Still throwing up the 2 my family keep it A1
I know its hard to see it through when ya living ya life
a boss, I'm lonely
I land on my feet when I speak up
But at what cost? Are we lost as a culture?
Free speech tossed to the
Side by the butthurt, pC vultures
shit for life
We on Award Tour, yo R.I.P. to Phife
Check the rhyme, we're some midnight marauders
Deep mind, I'm like a scholar or an author
Young
nineteen, but my watch tell me i'm out of time (ya) (...time)
I want it, it's a sacrifice
I've been thinking my whole life
I made a plan, you need advice
I
I love baby
My soul loves life, is this life I involved.lately
I wrote this shit thinkin bout this girl I follow on insta
By the shit she be posting
coating
Police profile then pull me over
My P.O slick talk to rule me over
So, at this point
I can use some Closure
Bullshit spread like a bad germs
Me
(M. Liffengren/P. Liffengren)
In your house when no one's around
In secret who are you now
When the lights go down who comes out
Who are you now that
And everything is a battle
When my mixtape do unravel
Travel the city by cattle
I mean the Stang I'm riding
And I do choke on the smoke
That arise
of the struggle
It ain't nothing to juggle
You feel me
Genocide sent us all the way off
Straight up
Love
Life
Loyalty
Truth
Peace and
Freedom
Knowledge
Wisdom
You can get the chrome get
The fitted off your dome
This shit you think you know think
I'm kiddin' then you wrong
This ain't no song, just flexin' by
addicted to money like two fingers tapping on wherever there's a vein,
And believe me, yeah were proud, coz life is getting sicker by the day and therefore
a curfew,(rah rah rah) Oh lord I was a prisoner too !
My gun clean but it dirty, take away my rights when I get caught do something dirty, constitution right
to growww
Dont know if im queer gay bi or pan
Smell what im cooking, like u by da pan (tssss)
Biden my time ayJoe what’s da plan
Too young talking to creepy
cherished our lives
Now those are grave sites, R.I.P to your life!
'Cause I know it ain't mine
Walkin' in a straight line, you tried to make me fall
All
that you do in life, can't nobody stop you
That young man was me
R.I.P KingFace
time
I need a reason cause I ain't feeling alive
My songs they're streaming while I'm here risking my life
I'm only breathing cause that day I had my
going to Gramatan, after you drop
Best Buy is going to North Street, right by Hartley Park
Hurry! Hurry! Don't worry, worry
I'll drive my best to make
open
Open place that I feel free is by the ocean
I got my people, I'm chilling, they know I'm on shit
I tell somebody my problem, they say enough shit
black, flows that come out my bull trap
The earliest motherfucker that the slave master sold back
Spoke a word by the time I'm old
Keep my head fully
loping through the moors inflicting harm
But I'm telling you I'm not that bad
And before I get killed by my dad
I want someone to share what's left of my
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