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sunshine
This is what he needs in order to achieve life
With his family
No cyclically relapsing
He is simply the only one who holds the key
To achieving his

He walks heel to the ground
Where he’s from nothing comes easy
Late bars, counting the stars
Dear God, please you to leave me
Hot night cooled by

talk shit about me and
I'mma fuck your friend

You know it's Christmas
I cannot be sinnin' i need me a present
To open
Hand me a beat and I might go

guilty say I'm sorry
Just to show you still "repentive"
Uh
That's the life that I'm living now
Viewing sin like the scenic routes
Will I make it out
Me

thereʼs no w"y out when this your hundredth ch"nce Violent by
design if I forget to come cle"n
Some scheme "nd plot bec"use things f"ll "p"rt
The roots get

her I just might get smacked up
But when I blow she know that she the first two count the racks up
You done had to stack them chips alone but now I

shot, two shot, tryna hit his head, bro
Put corn in your ears
You won't need headphones (Nah)
Could've left by now
Still in your ends though
Switch,

mornings with coffee and a book
To get a slice of the pie I rhyme these hooks that leave you shook
Aggressive assertiveness, now it seems I have to depend

shit)
Well shit, you stressin' me out right now, I need to chief some'n
And continue my mission, with this dream huntin'
And a nigga had the rock but

Oh man (I need a shave and a haircut)
Yo, not now, man, like come back like, hour
Hour and a half or something
You know what I'm saying?
You know,

tap into what I'm thinking Bitch
Link with you to fuck
But fuck a thot and what she think of me
Debo said we need the cream and shit
By the truckload I

Beautiful Life

Trip Lee

The Good Life

2011

image and that baby is the same 
Give him life 

[Chorus]
 
Let it live 

Brother, I bet you were caught off guard by that seed in her stomach 
So

and you
You like kicking it I
I like coming out and
You might keep me in it
And now I'm stuck in it
I won't be leaving here
You and the Lord a killa combo I

misery,

Balling since a young’n lord protect me from my enemies I ain't had no pressure with you tell me why you come for me,

Floor it like its stolen

treat me as if I'm out my dome
Because I like to get my all about Christ on
Before you down player
Hold your amber lights wrong
I mean
Before I used

year
Honest to God
And by the way
We know you don't know he is
Who gasses peaceful protesters
For photo ops kids
He's not your lord and savior
Don is

damn)
I made that name famous
Now throw your hands in the air-ehh
And wave 'em like you just don't care-ehh
And if you like Pickle Rick and all that other

whips
And I still got that Kriss Vec stuck in my dip
Uh
Uh
We all stayed down now we having like shit
These niggas be soft could get robbed by my bitch

cover is blown
Signs of telling from intrigue that you've shown
Lord have mercy for my siege on the throne
Swords have cursed me and it hurts me I

on their chest
Real nigga
I ain't never been A fraud
Left hand on the bible
Right hand up to God
Raised by the og's
Young nigga in charge
You ain't know much

at T-Mobile and you were like “yeah I’m a rapper” and I was like “oh lord, another Soundcloud rapper” and then I think it was that same night, uh, you were

acting stupid
Now you woke
They got me going and going
I won't ever stop
I must obliterate the beat
Murder the beat and shoutout the ones
Who be feeding me

mattress
By faith I shine with no Diddy, 
I don't move yayo for the buck I'm no Fifty
I don't need henchmen for the LORD I'm no Jimmy, 
And I signed up

you're showing me
All I'm going to need, in this tempting life!
It's just the force of the habit
Right in my face so I grab it
It's right in my way as I