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all good and catch my breath 
Call from back home shit another death  

Bitch Im grindin' ain't gone never wait 
The Only time you dying when you

We're leadin' now a little
Teachin' 'em how to trickle

One ticking clock
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And everything is all for you
We can get away to the M.I.A
Party late night on the weekend
Just bring your three friends, you can leave him
At home by himself,

Eight-thousand-seven-hundred-sixty hours ago we stood around in your den
Champagne flutes on the poker table we’re surrounded by good friends
Now I’m

everybody ate
Say your grace to the most high, elevate
Monte Cristo Rocky Patel by the crate
So much freight, customs think we moving weight
The only rapper

strong, they wanna start a war with Islam
They harm, nobody else but they own
Take me out, I know God will take me home
If I'm dipped in hellfire, purify my

It is cold in the soviet union today
But everyday is cold, what can I say
So I put on my ushanka
And tie up my scarf
I'll eat my Kashkavalka on my

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney

crossed like a crossbow
Lookin back, our success feels like a slideshow
Picture by picture, time flies like a bird, yo
Gotta lotta room, to learn and grow

something and I made it my home
I stay with the homies and a couple glocks chrome
Good tote don't choke handle smoke Cheech and Chong
Two to the dome get you

the good part come

afraid in the dark when I am there


I'm alone
Surrounded by a million stars
I come home to the naked silence, I feel so loved
I'm alone
But from

Run
Hurry up flea
Gotta catch the train for it leaves
Gotta run away with the lead
For the weight of my own indecision
Decide that I've come far

We rock Yale hats and never went to Yale
We went to Gateway, Southern or went to jail
And tears just fall into the pale
So if you kick the bucket I

by
Saw a few more good ones die
Got tired of saying goodbye
Stopped thinking that we could fly

Some stayed and some are gone
So much I wish I had

Apologize on a call
Other guys on your phone 
All the lies till your nose
Another inch when it grows

Another bitch is a Hoe
She so outta control
She be

is...

(So do what you’re told
If you know what’s good for you.)

Overly domesticated.
Manufactured vegetative,
(husks)
Is all you’ll ever be.
A human

up
Her phone
Bae come home
Sitting in the darkness
Think I need you
She a runner up
She can never ever
Beat you
All your friends
They hate me
Cause

of glasses of wine
Just taking our time
Come dance with me by the fire
And the smell of your skin
Is reeling me in
You're taking me higher and higher with your

smithy of damnation
Sometimes heated by his love
For his power and his gold.

Inside there was his humble little clerk,
His peddling name was Bob Cratchit,

home babe
What you tryna tell me
We aint getting lost babe 
Lights out, the darkness comes round 
And I hear no sound, impeach my mind 
Look at me what

As if I, ain't already got
A lot of stress in this world
Now I gotta come home
To this shit from my girl
That ain't right we supposed to
Sip some

under sather gate
You witness to the come up, no one ever thought I had a case, huh
Couple wins, couple losses, there's a pattern, they
Don't pay

cut short
By some sentimental fool
Taken home to show off 'til
All that love starts to cool

Placed in glass
Watching the time pass
On the window sill