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and forth with stubborn
No matter how much that I fucking love em
Tell 'em how they living make me sick to my stomach
We all do it in our own ways and
I ain't

And then you're holding again my hand

Ok, don't tell me truth
But stop dropping me lies
We are now all alone
Let's take off the disguise

It's just matter

hand, watch me drain the money out (haha)
You see, I came into this game with one thing
Just my name got some fame
But I can't remain the same had

shit. 
Cop killings, drug dealings, blurred lines, 
Hands high, show time, Columbine.
Politicians should be well ahead of the game,
But their priority’s

awe
Life in a hurricane
Off to the final stage
Smile at yesterday
Shut up and fade away
Don't sympathise with what you don't understand
Cast your net,

Cop killings, drug dealings, blurred lines, 
Hands high, show time, Columbine.
Politicians should be well ahead of the game,
But their priority’s

holding hands with Oprah,
That TV money, make ‘em wonder why my team be funny,
Towards these chicks that be ‘tryna gold dig, 
If I didn't go big wouldn't

Then you keep killin' my kind
Why, why, why we never seem to matter
Why, why, why we cannot reach that ladder
How, we, how we ever make a change

You can

the hell are you doing

Let me give you one more chance
Tell you to help your man, and make good decisions when the ball is in your hands
See, you can still

I am a pacifist
Angry but passive
And I'll be attacking
When action is needed
Handing the backhand
Just like sykai
With no plaque in hand
You gon die

two fish, don't matter to me
Orange skies, purple skies, day is on E
The day is on E
Moon up high, it's a quarter past three
Used to head home when

high with my blunt
Situation for street omo man no fit
Talk
He no get how, man must to chop
I keep focus
Am moving straight to the top
Nothing good comes

lighter
Put on,on my real face like nothing matters
Yah I gat that
Fucky life style
Going around with my gun
Like imma gangster
Gat no trust for the ghetto

I been riding round with scammers don't take much to scam a bitch
I been fucking posted up I got these bandades in my kit
That boy down bad tryna get

What up, Eli? Let's blaze it, kid
Heard about the shows and the songs that you did
What's good with you Prime? Know you been at it for a minute
Been

of that van
Tossing items out the exit
Watching packages land
I knew my routes like Illmatic yo
The back of my hand, my mother's son
I know she love to see

Vintage tube amp as a melody for high fidelity
Crunchy like celery, I write your elegy
And there I still embellish these fucking dirt walkers

With

in my head but they ain't stopping me
Life got some hands been fighting trauma
Kicked her off the island, she Total Drama
Wise for my age like Dalai

you pills and hospital bill high enough
To reach the moon and the stars
You might have to break through ceiling glass bleed a little and lose some blood

is, armoured in black
Matter of fact, with a bridge to attack

Oh cmy, Oh cmy
You were too adorable for me to not act crazy
Cute and sweet, a real

Find you a girl on a Friday night
Dancin' in the back of a bar
A Sunday morning, hands up high
Singin' front row in the choir
You could find you

Riding inna coupe so I cannot take a four door nigga
I needed a hand, they turned they back on me, so ion even owe them niggas
Not even them older niggas

it to you
To that end I've the means
Born of years perfecting intricate schemes
If it works out this once
We'll be sipping margaritas in a matter

there even fools me, as a tool

Passionate lyrics, climbin' high, I'm takin' a flight
No matter what they say, I'll continue to ignite
Huh
Yo, I'm livin'