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on top boy, not you
Not me, same team
Except we don't expect the same things, I mean
All that glitters stay cold
Same old story unfold, shit
It's in

Yo, Supreme Cartel

Yo, you welcome to the ancient city of Benin
The home of Queens where the brave reign supreme
Getting dough’s

Lost a couple friends when I moved out west
Love my folks here but I miss the OG's with every piece of this thing inside my chest
Wish I could give

victimized it gives fourth wise to a dark side
After the shots he fled the spot knowing it was hot determined not to get caught by the cops
He made it home

I was born on noble back when niggas had to run away quick, see
Old folks never like when young ass kids be
Shooting hoops down by the drive-way

I was the son of a wagoner, born with a heavy load
I grew up at the old home place, down by the Rockford Road
Down by the Rockford Road

For years I

But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.

So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by

hard and we pimp hard
And a bitch can't ride for free
(Yeah) gone

Peace to the gods
Way to hit the breaks home boy
You about to fall asleep in

now he back on some 21 shit
Calling up all his old homies he used to run with
These niggas done killed my baby
Can't cry, blood boiling in his veins

And the internet division
That brainwashing all the children

This that old school
Pull up in your neighborhood
Pot holes
Snot nose
Skip school
Arrive home
Yahoo!

He telling all his visions
See his future on a mount
He don't never count the numbers
Rather let the numbers count
The best way to get around
Is by

Kentucky Country
                                                                                                                                 By

Never fold 
RSL that's the title we stick to the G code
We live by the same laws it'll never get old nigga
(Nah)
It'll never get old nigga
(And that's

Had a dream I was walking down the street
Minding my business and checking my tweets
When an old man stopped me and shook me awake 
With a real swift

now, and it serves us

A lesson learned is a lesson lost
Here's a space for I don't know yet
And in the Blue I find it all
I don't need to take it home

I really grew up without shit, we were broke
And I never got along with my folks
I was just kids when Pops snatched up by my throat
I begged for him

Yo, Supreme Cartel

Yo, you welcome to the ancient city of Benin
The home of Queens where the brave reign supreme
Getting dough’s

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, aye
Flew back home gotta visit my folks
After that still gotta visit my bros
Like family says

Twenty-year-olds running not knowing where they go

Vinyl flooring hundred feet
New home down Manhattan Street
Stranger basements dirty sheets
Five more years

loved Rock, Folk and old time Blues

They tried to hide their roots and their past
Said they'd joined a circus to get away fast
But they couldn't hide

their pace up
Nobody's home in the dome
It's all give and take, pour it out, fill it up
I'm a clay cup fashioned by the tears, sweat, and blood

held me down
Took my my son when my oxygen dropped I thought I wouldn’t survive
Fluid all around my lungs I called some folks they wouldn't come
I sat up

held me down
Took my my son when my oxygen dropped I thought I wouldn't survive
Fluid all around my lungs I called some folks they wouldn't come
I sat up

said go home, leave the rest to the purge 
I just want all my close friends to return (I miss you)
My good folks lie in their shell holes (Shell holes)