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He'd put away his little black book and put you first
He'd be doing double back flips to make it work out
If he's a month late for your
I was born, and I was made by the hands of marmalade
I've got legends in my blood; I've got Indians in my veins
And in the year of '44 Grandpaw went
Gang
Bitch go ask about my name, they know I been robbin' shit
I been dressed in all black, lately on some gothic shit (thats how i play it)
I can't
Knacke de Code wie - Sonnebluemechärne ässe/
Los mal die Flows du chasch - sones wunder ned vergässe/
Uf ei chline hater - Lobes hundert figg uf
seems like my voice is getting eerie
But every night I think about that day I get a little teary
Si supieras lo que hicistes dejastes a tus padres bien
don’t see
Cause and effect is what you see
Fate over faith, Trade in belief!
Never judge a book cuz looks can deceive
Remember the times they back stab me
still in the field like a goalie
Fuck a codefendant, slide by my lonely
Born a legend bitch I'm feeling like Broly
Take what I want you can't say that I
a halo
Oh no, shots go through niggas like J. Lo
Photo shop, crop his top with that fo-fo
Hold on, I been getting money by my dolo
In eight different ways
his face
I made myself useful, I aint just taking up space
I set the dinner table, and I’m saying the grace
Im leading by example, I don’t know know
veins like I'm D Lo, niggas can't stick to no g-code
Me, I'ma keep it a kilo I can't do no cappin' that shit ain't my steelo
You look at me, I'm
the shuffle, times was way easier doing the D-Lo shuffle
And I been on my grind, and I been to myself lately, in my own time
But you swear I don't got time, 50s
the humble
And the weak
Blessed are the poor
We turn the other cheek
What happened to love
I prefer to live life by that old black book
It's guided me along
of the segment
But we should probably squash that
And focus on the present
'Cause we don't want the
Minds to get infected
By another misconception
Then you respect
Yo, ya-ya-yo-yo
Cats ice grillin' me, fuck em' I buck 'em verbally
Lookin' for a reason as I'm breezing by security
With no one searching me, it's
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
should book it
Now he's hiding but finding his brother was all that was on his mind
Losing his hope in the Lord by the day but he prays for a way, saying
cake
That's why I'm livin' three lives, I'm in GTA
I'm in Los Angeles drivin' a Mercedes
And it's funny because honestly I didn't think I'd see LA
could get fed.
So I got a book of tickets and a schedule and it read.
Monday: Hot Dog
Tuesday: Taco
Wednesday: Hamburgers and Chocolate Milk
Thursday:
a young nigga tryna stay low
Tryna find a bag and a J. Lo
Trina count cash nigga, pesos
Did it on my own i aint want to
So im looking hard trine find you
a book of matches to your gas heater
Mad eager, lacking the armor brother your mad weaker
The word of God is solving problems like a math teacher
Trying to watch my drum
Hice una vuelta 360 you
Should see the smile on mum
Enlightened by a wise man
I tightened up the circle
Certain situations
In
Let me show you what it is ain't trynna waste time
I use to try to be cool
Without you by my side I act a fool
All this love stuff is cruel
But for you
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