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But I ball just like father
Yea it's the first me
At home prayin for the sun
Told me forever
Didn't last a season
Told me it was love
By yo actions

the bamboo we can get high as the moon
But cigarettes nah homey thats you
Lil momma actin cute actin like she don't love a goon
But I knew the neighborhood

bitch
Ass so fat, Issa donk on her back
Yeah
I am that bitch that u can not keep up wit
Tongue in your mouth
Now my taste you are stuck wit
Hands on your

some balance
Came from the endzone, bringing Enzo
And I'm with Grim R on a beat made by Pendo
But you think you know this, you haven't faced difficulty

there's no rookie in my attributes
Likely in something new with low mileage when I'm passing through
High key focused on me only homie that's why I'm

You and I Walking on the beach side
When I look in your eyes, I see I won the best prize
If I'm mad keep me stabilized
Call out my name girl

be high
Need all the plants, gotta get by
Up in the stands, they lookin' mad
Need just my hand, up in the pie
Where were they at when I was down?
Came

at me
With the side eye
It wasnt but so many people
That stuck by my side
I could count on my hand
All the people that would ride
But if i let it effect

and Selenium
Element
Want a message then go head and check it man
There be way more than a record inside every record man
Rappers get high for the vibe and you

cause I was born a man
Never go by the direction in the book cause you could lose a hand
My music be so foreign to the people like some contraband.

Yes
I

love but it ain't enough cuz I know you'll be back soon
Teeny weeny cabin, feelin like Aladdin cuz there's only room for two
Ya got ur wish little bish

By the fire, none of y'all is nice as I am and I'm tired
Of you niggas with your Instagram presence getting it twisted
This ain't Christmas, you ain't

a rocket bitch
By far the last lyrical motherfucker in the office shit
You want the smoke but you choked on the first
Toke who ever told you ya locked it in

to read my mind
Suppress my demons with these highs
You cant penetrate my vibes
Keep a weapon by my side
Just in case shit goes a rye
Niggas really be pussy

Saving Grace

Everlast

Love, War and the Ghost of Whitey Ford [Clean]

2008

of high, you're losin' your faith
Throw your hands up and scream, "Hallelujah"

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Amen

One time around the sun

keep some ammunition
We live risky life, only know one way to get the riches
Teezy Red, nigga
Zip ties and sticks, knock at ya trap, and we gon' handle

of you Bitches,

Behind the Scenes the fucking Boss, just watch my Income continue to Gross, Keep Foreign Kush the Color of Rose

Theres a Side of me I

BY BRICK, EVERYDAY IT RAIN

BIRDMAN, RUB MY HANDS FOR THE MONEY

PLAYED ME FOR A ROOKIE, NOW HIS LIFE IS TOOKEN

60 OVR, BUT I AINT NO ROOKIE

2K17, I

attack
Like that me and my slatts
Treat you like kung lao combat
We doing things you can only imagine
Buying clothes shits high fashion
Doing shit we far

I see you
Ooh, I love my view
I can't keep my hands off you
Lovin' the times you were you

Hey Gram why you chillin by yourself
I don't know I'm feeling stuck shit I think I need some help
Spark a blunt, grab a cup then we chillin

keep that in mind
When he's by your side
That I would wait a million lives
Just to say that your all mine
All mine
Mine

Jags
Drags of that grass, ya body is splashed like bass
Pop tags Madison Ave bags, it's high class
I got this in a real tight smash
You hold your hammer

Mean east EC le Pitori
Tini big deal nxa fazak get your hands up
Niggas tweet tweet tweet vele iy’nyoni
And we just keep it real from the jump