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but He took the blame
Hung on the cross for my shame

"Too much money in the bank
When I pull up with my gang then you know issa ghen ghen..."
"I flow

No blinker on, I smash the gas, the whip jump four lanes
You in a corn machine, that bitch filled up with four lames
I'm recordin' myself, smokin'

a retard
This ya third time in son 

You know you had a choice 
Stop playing in the streets 
Chasing after decoys 

Then she hung up the phone 
Watch a grown

I go Beast mode, so if you slain by this Pain that's the Holy Ghost

Whoaaa, yeah that's my favorite Tagline before I have mine, took a Break about

(Not Again!)
(THE MENACE!)
Spark on a blunt (Blunt)
Spark it spark it spark it up (Up)
Smoke on the fire you gettin higher
Higher than your sober

hung yo man today 
Mister, Mister cones we hold the city down with Ks
If you missed her, We gonna run the block and let it spray 
Shi, I shift and drop

and death. wounded, pierced by
A spear he hung upside down for nine days. fasting and agony he made of himself
A sacrifice to himself.
Given no bread nor mead

and yeah, I realised that quite late
You get used to your own bubble and coping mechanisms and frenzied states
Where, amid blurred eye-lash and delayed,

that
I don't know where you're going to
I just know where I'm going to
Fucking with these hoes got me going too
Fucking with this shit got me 0 in two
I

never even tried
Everybody messed up
You let it pass by
When i fucked up you hung me out to dry
I was strong
On the thought
That we
Will one day
Reunite

Somebody should've told you that I'm It (that I'm it)
We never leave that house without the stick (without the stick)
You can tell by the face we with

life bent over
Moreover, I’m playing poker hung over
Look closer, you might find a four leaf clover

Yeah we call this wanderlust
And we don’t know where

tentacles, the beast lives among us
And I cause a reaction similar to what seeing your mother hung does

Yeah, you know how we comin'
With the looters,

trunk
That, um, it had a, you know, it had, like
A gold lock
You know, that hung down like that
And, you know, you could knock it
And make it go up

sling it too
blessed your edges 
the scars and scratches could not be fixed by bananas, you don't believe in false promise
false prophets we laid in

my towel and hung it up

Round up applause for real, if I ever need a roof
I got a dog for real, ain't no sense on getting hooked
You got a heart

granted
Look of panic in ya face you want a favor just handed
I ain’t/ tryna be romantic I don’t do favors for anybody
Many just manipulate shame by acting

Funky music

I cannot even deny it, I've been consumed by defiance
Why try to make an alliance, meanwhile the room is just silent
I'm instigating

stronger

Don't make things so complicated
Analysing every single move
Firing questions by my intentions
All I will say is I love ya
And you should know

playing ******* games
You're in a lot of trouble, young man
Gimme back my phone
Do you have any board games
Maybe some crayons or a g** for my face
I'll

It could be a beautiful day
And you'll get hit by strays

This is what you do
If a nigga stealing money out the crew
Cut eight of his fingers off

And our fine satin jackets hung loose

We triumphed and we lost
But we knew, at any cost
There was treasure we'd claw our way to
And we'd know it by

I woke up before the sun
I had to force myself up
I'm hung-over from the night before
I had to much

Say my prayers 
Send 'em up
Hoping God can hear

Why you say your girl loyal you look like a clown
Why I can’t trust these bitches don’t know what they bout 
We don’t blow by the ounce swear we smoke