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over money
But I be spending this time to obtain the money, ain't it funny how that works?
Flirting with the concept of proper values
Addicted

passed you by
You plucked your feathers, now you wonder why
You can't lift yourself and fly
Well in the middle of an ocean no one's hands are dry
If that

on freeze, you gotta pray on your knees
But for a better world, you gotta stand up on your feet
And work for it as long as you breathe, huh
And work for it

10,000 a night
Told myself I had to balance the work and the play
Lost my voice the whole month from talking all day
Cuz everybody want a piece of this

to success
Gaze down upon my works and admire (Heh)
World’s on fire, I say we let that motherfucker burn
Burn, baby, burn
As the world turns, count up all

X-MO testimony
And unlike how I was taught to testify
Inside the Mormon church
By making I know statements all the time
About, let's be real here

quick
Creators be damned with no tips in this bitch
Are you taking a piss
No I'm not in UK
Chill with my cousin and playing 2k
Chop up the culture
Turn

Yeah where we from
You’d be lucky to make it out
With a sane mind (Word)
Most our experience is post traumatic
And a lot of us was raised by addicts

did my friends and family
That are Trapped within this city where nobody's helping
To get you out it's every man for himself
In this poisonous culture that

That's why you keep coming back, nigga
In the gym, now her ass bigger
Put in work till my cash bigger
100 mill in my stash, nigga
Cause I'm manifesting

Battle Cry

Jedi Mind Tricks

Army of the Pharaohs: The Torture Papers

Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine

Benin’s in the
Guinness book of records
And all of them cultures there
They had a Griot speaker
A storytelling musician poet
And history keeper who had

supply the people
Yeah, yeah

She hit my blunt and she went to Uranus
Her body a work of art, just like a painting
A nigga try me, then it gon' be

chose me son you can feel the realness
Might be 0 talent but I'm 100 hard work so don't ask me about the miss
Cuz many people still living by thugs rules

reparations but forget it hold up
My my my tractor bussin'
I work hard for what's in my stomach
That red white blue swear I love it
If you change my culture

thinking

We don't know anyting'
We're just finding
Our way and it's menacing
You see we got told
Everyting' a everyting'
By a human who's the same
What do

the taste of our goat cheese and milk
We shared our poverty, scared by reality, but our life lines were covered by silk
Until I lost a cow

The cattle were

It's so dead the culture fed us 
Detrimental stuff I can't give up
I can hold it down and pick it up
Lift it up lift kit on a pickup truck
If I go

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

They say for a party, I say it's dogma to America's artful lie
Sniffin' the party line, intoxicated from white
That fake superiority created by

ready to work?
Or you just gone sit on your ass let everybody pass you by?
I think I forgot who I was for a second
I been sparing these niggas I ain't

back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for

Lord I pray for protection 
Then I send it right back

How you think this work
For a mixed breed
I see both sides like a split screen

A tale of two

blew me off the sofa
Dusted myself off picked up the controller
This wasn't a game it was Culture
Cause back in ninety five, we were influenced
By, only