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elders would cry, this the epitome of only the strongest survive, the will is there, old folks dying no will is there, pure debt for the heir its so

is tribal
Sam folks these sambos dying on plots that’s not ours
Wish we can cop a time machine and go back thousands of hours
And on the way I stop by

it alone
Don't you go befriending no more
Don't you give it no old folks home
Come in any form shape and size
From a thousand eyed demon monster out

Edges of snowflakes from old town
Fall on black lounges of forest crown,
They slice a sore chest.
While surgeon is playing silent quest
And curtain

the world would be mine 
Then the planets aligned, 
And we met here today 
Turns out my luck’s not as dry as I thought! 
In the old days, good fortune just

Aye Yeah
I swear you niggas too soft
How niggas saying you boss
My homeboy got the side of his face blew off
My nigga daughter got hit by a U-Haul

are a girl who gets most of my stupid jokes
You are an old folk song that no one’s ever heard
You are a lovely accent when you speak
My muffin top
My

the old folks
And in return they never told Po-Po
Find me in any given boro Dolo
Coming at the nigh sideways that's a no-go
Fire in the hole this the murder

lifestyle is getting old
Walked with GOD for a while
Wandered off to another road
I can feel the distance
Pain throbbing through my soul
Son asking me "Daddy

mans ho
Dead that 9-5 walk around pockets deep 
Coming by house every time she change the sheets 
One day she blood next day she folks
lil bitty bitch

pay all the tolls
Buy myself a home
Wear the clothes I've sown
How could I have known that all my friends were foes
Now my trust in other folks is

Please hold

The reason I'm now telling you 
Is that you're old enough to know
It's kind of like almost as if 
Please hold
He sees the world differently

been so long since I brought somebody home"

She grew up in this creepy old house 
It was creaky and drafty and cool
Her Dad had this rule 
That we had

Taking hella risk making dirty money turn legit
Still hit or miss til then hands over fist
New to you but old to me you know that wooda love to trick

flatter, but imagine six months fatter
I'll be disgusting, I'll look old
And put everything on hold, do everything I'm told
By my folks who'll disown me, so

learn from mistakes I made last year (6-0, 6-0)
I seen the epidemic from my state out to Mass yeah
Momma so disappointed
So close, my home wasn't avoided

the world, all of us
Where you from, where you from?
Around the world, all of us

Coming out of discount Marco, yeah (Ay)
Land of the drunk old folk, hell yeah

I wasn't born to no rich mans home
always spent most of my time alone
some folks'll say they never saw me smile
that I was born to old - to be

straight no other place you find will feel like home
It's a grand old adventure 
Nothing gained, nothing ventured
Oh God

These are the wild years, call anywhere home
Learning life as we go
Laugh at our worst fears and cynics of old
Just put the rubber to road
Give your

I come from a small town
Where the streets are dirt
Where folks still gather 'round
To share a word

This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray

his home
And took all his family had
John stood behind the wisdom
And the strength of his humble dad
John Bear-a-hare
John Bows
Whoo hoo hoo
Whoo hoo

achoo
Chance by night, stay home, to sisters don't fellowship during menstrual
Not being vulgar, just kicking scripture
Lets flip the picture like photo

melon wrapped/that old fly shit yeah you know I sell them packs/kicking like tai Kwon do judo so get back/I been cooking bolognese until my shoulders