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fuck around and pay attention
I just pop me a pill
I'ma wait, about an hour later kickin'
I've been trippin', tryna get it
Now I'm tryna chill
Odds are,

own
It's my lover's prayer 

It's the mystery of
A place blessed by us
And the moment of truth is forever
In the face of incredible odds
And the look in

had opened my eyes
When i was barely gettin' by

So blow some fuckin' kush out'cha nose, bitch
And roll up, and roll up, and roll up
And roll up

us of our humanity
Falasteeni 7asis 7ali ghareeb 
Joowato la baladi

Against all odds comme le Botswana
Gros si tu m'aimes pas vas y casse toi dla

you're a fucking wanker
We're gonna punch you right in the balls
Fuck you with a fucking anchor
You're all cunts, so fuck you all
Go!
For 30 odd years I

Clientele

Sway & King Tech

This or That

1999

thinkin why these why me didn't know where tha poison is like IV
It's drive ta handle hands like Allan Ivry

Hand in tha be	-ball's, even though tha odds

finna rage again
I'm going ham
Hearing all the critics
I don't really give a damn
All the twitter fingers
And the talking in the stands
By the time I'm

harder than penitentiary bars just
To beat the odds splash you in bodily parts
Your arm is getting scarred
Young gun, I been a don
No rapper can hold 'em

I just found the tooth fairy gone
Ima need some Fairly Odd Parents (bitch)
I'm hanging on, I'm staying strong, my paper long
The day's longer, weight

and baton
I got six million ways to pop
Hustle to get it
When the odds stack higher than knots
Struggle to live it
You ain't never felt the burn from lead
So

start returning

Imagine an alien emerges from deep in outer space 
To be questioned by a millennial whether he's straight bi or gay
I'm not hating but

Hey big J
Did you read the headlines today
Some are sayin' that it's very odd
People killing for the love of god 
Stop drop roll listen
If you

train to rise
And face my odds, I drain my lies
The hatred dies while waiting by
My faith design my ways, but why this ain't happen sooner
I guess it

about yo money
Hit my line we need to link
I done seen so many phonies
I deal with it by my lonely
All this talking need to stop 
If you with it you

I'm learning the ropes
But I got the game by a noose
I said
Y'all ain't fuckin ready for what
I am letting loose
I know
Y'all don't see my vision
But

grind in stock
Aught sneaky by gusts
Ever since I came from Jamaica always gettin' cash
All I knew is pies and that match
Fam all stash, West end king

the coin and let the odds decide
Never gave a fuck about the other side
Thought of growin' up and livin' like a king
Champagne Pop Smoke R.I.P pour the Juice

been intruded by the stupid and wounded
I can see the gap, you focused on a screen, now I'm focused on rap
I'm focused on a dream while you focus on some

Am I built like this? Are
You built like this?
Or tell me, do I just feel righteous?

Naughty by nature maybe it was nurtured
Maybe as a baby I was

about ninety six
Im not a rapper by the way/
I'ma word smith
Refined poetic/
Never say bitch
Fuck you bitch!

I came to this spot
With every intention

the odds bet it all on me
I'm just trying to live
No time to waste so I start homie
Back then they didn't know me
Now I'm hot they all on me
Back then they

a path to find but
Blind by my own dirt
I'm down to earth but let's work
I don't like to kick it
I encourage you to take in all
This game that you were

of salvation 
Shoes with the preparation of the gospel 
You know I'm protected by the shield 
And the sword of the spirit 
If I tell you God got me then

nails i’m white and I’m corny
I’m Industry’s Saved by the Bell
My neighbour so far away
She don't see when I check the mail
My homie a magician
He turn