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the Melanin 
stung by a jellyfish? I'm sellling R. Kelly's piss 
""Who wan' rank?"" on some 'Belly' shit 
Fuck every president First lady the immigrant 
Don't

room and wrote the blueprint
It turns out, all I know is how to make this music, damn
I can't even get away a day if I tried
Still I'm tryna find a way

get it by any means
When you start to make a way you start making some enemies
Niggaz wish that I was dead, wishful thinking's not stopping me
I'm not

Wash my hands in the sand
Speak true gladiator
Happy cannibal and cunnylingus, I'm gladiator
Grab these rappers by their
Skinny jeans pockets put 'em

""What If I Told You I Love You""
(M. Finney, J. Stringfellow)

Put that needle on that record man
It's something good for the soul
Something you all

some type of way like I’m angry wit myself
I feel some type of way why I ain’t happy wit my wealth
I feel some type of way n I ain’t get here by my self

within the sheets, steady liar, but
Insecure
A friend to those in need, future leader, a
Soul that's pure
In honesty, I'm just a man in search for himself

judged by 12 for embezzlement
Swear I'm being pushed to that point
End up like bones
Stuck in the joint
My eyes drift away as I'm writing this
Phone

applyin' the pressure, I'm powered by G-O-D
And we gon' be alright, that's what Kendrick Lamar said
And in the words of Lil Wayne, the sky is the limit,

that
But it came for scratch every time ya nigga do that
Straight from the soul all I know is great music
How you know it's that
Play it back they say

A Charmed Life

J-Live

All of the Above

2002

was bitten, consumed through a nipple
I'm talking about when times were simple
To make a long story short it goes

Port-au-Prince Knoxville Anvan

[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah c'mon
What, what, what, what's good?
Yeah, it's Big Cee with Doc M-A-D y'all, let's get it, ah

[Verse 1:]
Yeah I'm

that I gotta get by making music or I'm gonna hate my whole life
You just a fein Always calling me tryin to get me to come to your crib just to serve you

I'm so tired of the same old people
Acting like they love me but their hearts are filled with evil
I know
I know
Yeah
Saying they my ride or die but

can't do this by myself
When you see me better show me love
Whether I’m performing or turning up in the club
So put your hands up because I need that type

A soul was left to rot for years
Till summoned
Now i hit the ground runnin
Tell the world i'm comin
Shoot
I'm gunnin
Edge of the cliff 
I'm jumpin
I write

Forever changing 
I choose to see
Fine wine
Spotlights 
Usually, uh
Feeling fueled by the lunar 
I'm where the Moon is b
I'm in a suit 
While these lyrics

Busses
Words & Music By: Rick Denzien

living down here is so depressed i guess i didn't get much rest
the night they shot her down and killed her

don't get me
Be myself they won't let me
I'm a little too much
I'm grown and I act as such
Love hip hop that has substance
Music with a message
I'm trying

gon want this (Bitch)
See you in hell (See you in Hell)
I'm meeting you there (Meeting you there)
You see why I fell (You see why I fell)
But please

cage is clenching, I'm pouring sweat
Still tryna snort, lookin for a drip
Tripping out knowing that I did too much
Having a panic attack, I feel short

And you'd be glad to help me
You'd give me "Kindness"
Not just in a Health Bar
You have a huge heart 
Yes, by far
And I'm so glad I met you all

I didn't

way” like where my path at
Cookie cutter mothafuckas askin
Where yo cash at
I’ll move past that
Yeah I’m strapped bad
I been in a struggle and a set back

soul for the night
And maybe then youll feel like i can call you mine

Lost time daily
2AM already
Faded lately
And oh so wavy
Alright i'm blinded by