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Combination of timing
I mean
Deep like space
Multiplied by the abyss
Caught up in this
We were brought up in this
The wrecks and effects I'm on
Will wreck

Kaput, I'm done with this life intercepted by my lights
That turn despite I don't want to breath
If I could wipe I would be gone and leave this clean slate

Uh
Uh
Yeah
Straight through
This hustle you could never knock it got it from my pops
This soul light love energy I got it from my mom
This divine

Grippin Grain

Shorty Mac

Screw Tape

2002

Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god

mother more
His laughter like a sonata
Composed by Charlie Parker
Made in May you make a
Monday like summertime in Sumatra
Kind of divine I can't define

without the chrome homes
By spitting truth to every corner and every other place right up in the Cali state no it ain't up for debate
Hook you like some

boxes
Don't get trap, but we hustlin' daily
Up in the night with no light, they can't see in the dark
My advantage, I can't let them lay me
Operation I

me, nah
(Cap)
I'm shooting on sight, I ain't tryna fight
(Uh, uh) but with the hands, I'm Triple G
Half Iron Mike (Whooo)
Gun to his head, fired twice

Ayy, 20 G's, I could pull it out and have a stellar night
Boy, I used to wear the Echo and the Rocks and a pair of the Nights
And high school niggas

that car twice (Gone)
If Tone spittin'
I'm Ghost dippin' in Thug Life (For real)
I'm home chillin' or I'm outside
With the fog lights you Mrs doubtfire
I

myself sane at least that’s the plan
It’s looking bleak but it’s always really dark before the dawn
There’s light at the end of the tunnel so hold on
We

The stars 
Mary Jane on ma side meditate On my lines
Even my watch said get it, it's My time 
My shine's bright yeah I got the Light

You either go big or you

Making a Murderer

Black Thought

Streams of Thought, Vol. 1

2018

the Rift Valley
In places untraceable by Rand McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley
The more championship rings than John

straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some

dream
Just as crazy the places I been because of
My rhyme schemes
I went from a free agent to bein wanted
By every team
The main key is to stay patient,

You're the Top

Hal Kemp

Cole Porter: The Essential [Selected by Chloé Van]

You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart

Drink tekka clit wetter
Flow smooth float light, like a chick feather
This drink henny
Hip this leather
Buckle D&G cause I fit shit better
Jaw droppa

to prove
Trynna find light baby
No more confused
Imma bright nigga
With shortest of fuse
Bob Ross is king so I'm painting these trees
Nothing is free in this

of me
But I still hustle keep manifesting
Tucked all the way back how I lean on my seat
While I play Fuck The World by Pac on repeat
Yeah, guess that's

You know my style I'm sipping on the finest whisky
I'm a G I move units but l never sign with 50
Never trusted niggas no new homies at all
I know JR

raised him up my G 
I'm just sorry
I was not there 
To take her down the stairs
I was aware 
Something was up 
But felt too scared to face it yeah 
It's

smack, that's so insane,

Once upon a time, in my mind
I was listening to a mob on the rise, and surprised, the way it slipped on que,
Most say U a G Kay

won't hear a thing
Fuck the police I see them and I flee
They say I'm the G.O.A.T. I should live on a mountain
These pounds I weigh out and these hundreds

not sippin on 40s
I’m by myself, I’m just tryna quarantine
I’m smoking on Runtz, this shit got me soaring yea
I’m in the studio tryna make this enormous