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conversation what I’m chasing they’re just set in stone
Had no reservation I been patient had to look to God
Know that times is hard but we made it so this time

can't find the words to write this song
I can't find the strength to carry on or be strong
Only by this thread I'm just barely hanging on
Supposed to go

to me better lower ya tone
Head so good made me drop a new song
If he run up on me he get smoked like a bong
I can diss all day i can go all long
I can

learned to chip a brick and
Turn my wrist to gold (A Rollie)
I been stuntin' on these niggas
Like I'm Stone Cold (Stunna)
And that kick out the fifth
Felt

a new song
If I lost inspiration or was just the bong
If taking this decisions I made a mistake so wrong
And not get back in control, babe
Yeah
And not

Alright alright bro
We know you can make a good song and all
But can you actually spit bars thought?
Cuz like half your songs bro
They were like
Off

make it plain
Keeping the smoke
Cooking the food
Making long songs
I'm just joking
These are not long
Listen to Echoes
By Pink Floyd
Break like a toy

nonentity to a global spectacular performer
Who went Down for ten years and came back and still took back the map captive

Oooooh
How did a stone rejected by

noises
So I hold my own
Hold my word, keep my sword in stone
I swear I'm getting it all wrong
Not the end of the world just the end to a song

(Bada,

feeling unappreciated
Gotta move on can’t let that shit phase me
I come from Baltimore home of the raven
Heart made of stone won’t let no one engrave it
I

centuries
My memory is gone and so are half the things that made me happy
Try to capture it in song but I don't wanna sound sappy
Nature versus Nurture don't

really crappy
And I think i’m gonna have to end my beat
Y’all like to smoke some crack, down by the back?
I like to beat my meat, to the song of the seat!

the rubber will burn 
Heart of a child, with a summer tongue 
Raise a body with a look by midnight 
Before the morning light, I'll raise another one
Look at me

a beautiful girl
He planned to wait a while before he made an approach
But she was brave enough and said I think we should go
Dancing and see if after by chance

off the mic
I've been locked in the lab
Making songs at night
Then cook it up in their
Feeds like Walter White

Made a bit of money, I need to be saving

The name's Fiyablasta, got it memorized?
The abstract king is about to give you oblivion
Giving you vivid lyrics of written killings by spilling

Anything To Survive

Freddie Gibbs

Cold Day In Hell

2011

I'm out here earning a living off of killing my own
Flipping, pitching them stones
Niggas gonna listen 'cause I'm living this shit in my songs
If I

I'd like to thank the guy who wrote the song
That made my baby fall in love with me
Who put the bomp in the bomp, bah bomp, bah bomp
Who put the ram

will tell
You look at my skin,my hair, my tatts, my clothes and I saw how you treated me wrong
Live and die by the song, fat ain't singing just yet, so

Juicy Couture, we got Gucci velour on
Somethin' vintage from Mauricio, Gucci divorce homes
Cartier earth tones, same color her birth stone
Bergdoff

inspired
The 12 stones here are songs
The wood arranged is words and tunes yall following along?

I lay my life upon the altar n32g is me
I'm the bull that

There's fuck all in thon wall's fuck all to do wi' you

Jesus kneeling
Jesus kneeling by the banks
Jesus working at the clay and stones
Birds he's made from

fist made of stone

I keep a pipe and when its light, its on my hip like a phone
I swang a right and hit him nice then he got kicked by the bros
I'm dark

Through my flaws 
I cannot worry
I cannot fret
Jesus is Lord
Jesus is Lord

Since my Homie done passed On
I Been jamming to sad songs
Homie Im not woke
Can