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a beam
Yo bitch gotta pay a fee she get ran through by the team
Know nigga's wanna fight me Young K clutching on that heat
I'm the king like LBJ yeah this

me
If you trynna be a good friend no Homs you gotta show me
I tried before to end my life cause I was feeling lonely
Now bitches don't hop off of my

Fuck it. Let's say hindsight
Is 20/20. 40 love is more than plenty
But I want to keep on winning
Game. Set. Match, my way. How about that
Now it's time

struggle to stay relevant
Long-term goals
Fo' seconds in the fourth
On da opposin' forty-seven, and 
We down by two points
Er' game like my last
I ain't

the end, thought I'd lose my fucking mind as i lost my fucking friends

I’m sitting by my lonely
Just drowning all my thoughts out with a 40
I drown em out
Nowadays nowadays
I can spot you hating from a mile away
Gotta

Hopefully by 22 I’m still here praying
Shit will be good, and I'll being rippin’ stages
Have Cubez and Noah on the side while we tour nations
Many relations

killing us and they saying that it ain’t really deep
Rush in our house gun blazin
Killing us in our sleep
40 acres and a mule
We ain’t seen it yet
The rage

the El N Gee

The screeching sounds of a guitar
That's our cue to leave the car
Greeted by a bearded man
Who's been there since the scene began
Friends all

I guess you don't give a fuck
About the money then
How much 40 grand a piece
No down the middle
No no no no no no no no
That ain't even enough

enough and now we counting stacks
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey Hey
I'm running a check and I'm getting paid
Run up a forty

to the point where the floor was sore
Forty foot fortresses door to door
One prolly Benny the bulls
I been through plenty of bull
Your city definitely envy my

future holds
Is not by your side, yes I'll survive

Look at us being friends
Grand gestures what a trend
I hope you see the moon
Waiting every afternoon

like
the waters : day by day : not long
and you'll cover it all : but for us :
who once filled this country : like
stars in heaven : it's summer's end

Tokens
written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell

How many games we gonna play 
We taking over with fake voters and snake soda
Who make codes

you better get out my fucking sight
We're for surely going to have peace by the end of this very night
I'm too busy with my girls why do they have to be

Drunk I'm loving
And he's trying so hard

He was once my party partner
When we felt only blessed by time
Forties and our favorite music
Shoulda coulda

the way lace up my boots
And put that 40 on my waist

Imma big dawg in my city they might try to clip me nigga
Bring yo Boyz in the hood and end up like

as we do... Because we live in a time when the destruction being caused by our enslavement of animals is threatening the very existence of us, and every

can't hide
I'm socially gone end they life
I'm working they 40 hours a week in a single night
If you get paid by the butt-load, women shake they butt
But

to-night my friend,
We'se get a young kid together,
And you'd be gone e'r nine months end,
And where shall I find the father?

"Pray what would my parents

and sluts tokin' by the zipped up ounces
40 ounces with the chocolate shit would have a nigga bouncin'
Shit my momma thought of counselin'
Said I needa take

I was raised up in the slum
I won't pretend
In the end I'm my only friend
But then again
I wouldn't be me if it wasn't For them
Metal rain cause a lot

to get high
Standing on business fuck friends
In my heart you die
I love you u love me
Bitch where is my money
Better have my shit
By the end of the week