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I miss you, man not a hour goes by where
I don't think about you ayy

Been amiss the dark
If I was down, you'd light up that spark
Sitting

call Moses, this is ridiculous
I say, "Fuck you!"
She approach with the fist up
We in rush hour eyes black like Chris Tuck
Only way i fix this here, get

In my hood money equals power
& in the world money controls
Everything we believe &
I can see we're in are darkest hour
Cause It feels like

the wilful man of the hour
Your face is covered in flour
Your face is covered in paste
Your teeth are falling out in your dreams
Only to explode upon impact

with a brush
You can paint anything you want
If you're creative enough, uh
Today she painted happy
Took like an hour fifty
She wanna be a model

smile
But your eyes look tricky
Yo, I gotta be home by 8:
30 or my moms'll kill me
She spazzes out when I'm late
Plus she says that I'm too young to date

Logic taught me
"So, uh it's been twenty-four
Hours got my money?" "Oh uh, you know what
Just give me 'til next Friday
I'll have it for you" "Oh oh,

marvelous like novelists
Picture this like hieroglyphics on
The fines papyrus
The world is ours but is devoured by the hour
Spread the scripture like

man, this is a recording,

Used to have to hustle or my n****s wouldn’t eat,
It was days in the studio and nights in the street,
It was late night

be on that dream on
Can’t finish off that
2 hour hold on 
Balmain, Donna 
No times left so we headed home 
Hard times hit cold like we in Lebanon 

So,

but low key that is the plan

All my bars are back to back fully automatic no semi
Man this is crazy feel like comethzaine fucking on Demi
Finally

and Buster
He say he a plug, we see his true colors
Two sticks in the van, I’m drumming
Rush the plug in an hour, Chris Tucker
I’m off a xan on the block, two

Gray bags and guns firin'
If Kim Jong never grow some balls
We get him gunned down
The man, Ricky Tan, don't you
Ever when it's rush hour, ugh

They want

I’m in here recordin’ and some
Of you wonderin’ why?
Well, I can’t explain it
Almost like my soul’s emaciated
A hunger that can’t be satiated by design

devour, come fuck me in the shower
I'm the muthafucka with the
Money and the power
Get paid by the hour, ya mans looking sour
Uh, my main thang was to be

This is who I am
This is where I stand
I'm trying to be the man
Of your dreams but it's seems
That you've forgotten I aim
To succeed by any means
Don't

He wasn't one to talk much when we'd pull off to school
I could never tell what's running through his mind
It'd be three more hours until those

Yeah man I can't believe you leaving for the summer
Just give me a moment of your time before you dip

Nun, you told me that, you going to your aunt

we have bowed to serpents
Insurgents and towers burning
In turn its our hour learning
Shower curtains
Lurking in shadows found my former self
In

Destined for greatness I am
Thirty Hour G'
Let me talk
Yeah
Yeah

Destined for greatness I am
Undeniable
I got that fire bro
I take account for this

the concrete, a nigga done rose Diamonds on me, dripping in gold
20k and I'll run it up, hit a Saks Fifth, fuck it up
24 hours and double up, thank God for making

seconds to go
Some memories never A fade, those were the good ol' days

Back when I was young
Now I'm sittin' in traffic for over 2 hours now
Lord knows

The postman delivered
Past due bill notice
And the alarm clock rang two hours late
The garbage man left all the trash on the sidewalk
The hinges

I know the feeling of bringing life like flowers boo
I know the pain and suffering talking hours fool
Monthly aches soulless men live like animals