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and pearls
They say that evil rule the world
But I know God made it good
Whenever I look at my baby girl she gold
Pure divine incredible
Worth more than

Fools think that I should put the
Mic down I'm like "how?"
I've got these lines on my palms and my arms
I've been writing these songs for so long

hook
But then I opened my eyes and took a look
I saw what you were doing you're a good for nothing crook
Now you'll never be the waitress to this fry

make a couple bands before I'm back to it
I still love my old hood but I just pass through it
I know this life ain't no good but I adapt to it
I'm

black homie say I told you thats phony
Man why you put your money in that stupid ish
But he couldn't quit
He just felt that it was too legit
Even heard my

me look good, a product of my greed and lust. 
Crashed up my first whip, I had to get anuva benz. Last chick was gold digging, so I fucked her other

I'm watching Hulu and I got my feet up
So I'ma need about 100 just to meet up
Nigga I'm slaving I ain't got time to free up
I just hit the Muffin Man

to be, uh, like droppin knowledge
and writin good stuff
Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it?
You know what I'm sayin?

harder got it planned out
I'm just tryna make enough that I can hand down
If you get up in my way man that's a man down
Ahh yea I'm man now
Selling myself

wants to fight
See I'mma get the man good and I'mma get him right
See I'mma roll my barrel and keep the bullets still
And when I shoot my shot, I'm

Look, everybody think they know me but that's just the old me
All my bitches with they niggas so I'm feeling lonely
Baby yeah I wanna fuck but I need

To keep it a stack
I just want my fucking dog back
All I wanted was a simple life, not rife with strife
Not poisoned by the Sisyphean task of tryna end each

Everywhere I go
Don't one make a sound
Flipping a pound of good, goodbye
To my old life
Hey to crime
I'm like Jay in his heyday it's a sign
What could've been

of gold.
Man you a good worker
Think before I speak
Pray before I eat
I am big enough to knock anyone off feet
What about Tyson
I believe something greater

Love Hurts

Poetess

Simply Poetry

1992

to interfere, I wish he would disappear
But he won't, so I put the pillow over my ear in fear
Dreamin when I get to be a man I'ma stand up to him
If I see him

a word
Everybody get what they deserve
Hating hoes get on my nerves
I remember getting off some serves
Them good old days getting off some herb
In

be a painter
This shit easy for a nigga
I just spit no-brainers
Serving good shit like a waiter
I’ve been grinding all my life so
You can call me

they're the worst in it. They don't really think of personalities. They'll just set up any two Jews. You're a Jew. That's a Jew. Go make another Jew. My mom

started slowly in my 40’s 
By that time I had 3 shorties
Would've been 10 but she decided
We couldn't afford how I got excited

So she got fixed, and I got

make it right

Speak loudly and unzip…  a big stick
Gettin’ up on tippy toes, Biden can’t see… beyond… his own nose
79-year-old Joe, that’s what makes it

Put that old man down he done been squashed 

Totally renewing of the mind I guess I'm brainwashed 

Nobody wants to be they self its pitiful

Dont just

to what I called my life

Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by army, beast, or flood

gohan
by himself
without dad
tryna fight cell
is it bm or ysl
is it bm or rockafella
i can spin him of the beat wid my accapella
sip a cold copella wid

I be pimpin' in my wife b lookin' for my white t
That I left next to my Nikes
Yeah, I stay on that hood shhh
Smoke trees, codeine with the good shhh