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´bout seven, then you go and turn it into a mile
Fooling me once never twice I learned my lesson
Ain't much love when you go changing your perception

stage
Burning the white stage
Burn it, burn it, burn it
Clear my mind babe

Clear my, clear my
One at a time
Clear my mind
Smokin a J

Takin my time

Still sell 7 mill? 
Free Alswald drop you from the buildin' and hit ya car 
Or O.J. Free, stab you up then get OFF 
You won't play me, ya Cadi truck top

J. Varnadeau, W. Denton, C. Garret
Matthew 13:44-46, Philippians 3:7-8,
Psalm 73:25
She was drawn by the melody
sounding all through the city streets

thousand was the boss check
Seven days behind a black desk
Everyday we would hit the streets
With a vest forms pens and shit
While we washed their minds away

up thats expected
And by the way either ball dont accept it
J-Bone and Moski they receptive to God's plans and to God's fuckin blessings 
either way i

live by my rules I no dey copy cat ooo
And anything I do I like to do it right ooo
Modupe lowo olorun day I dey alive oo
No be say money dey but we no

blades
In chests, Take That Risk, By CB
It's not good, is it?

Who's-who's-who's talkin' what? Anywhere
Goes they know
I ain't into this talkin' stuff
We

Falling

Dark Lotus

The Opaque Brotherhood

2008

J:]
I don't get this
Fuck sickness and livin with this
Never get to forget this
Not even on Christmas
No way to dismiss this
What the fuck is this
They

Who's the Man

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

a hater, hatin ain't where it's at
My finger where the seven and a half karats at
You ain't even gotta wonder what the women starin at
They ready

Climbing

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Colton Grundy

2004

my chance to get away,
Hoping I'll be up there one day
I'll never stop trying to climb, so ride my vine,
And let me reach for mine
And in time

(Jamie

morte
Sono fuori per 'sta merda fisso day by day
Se mi chiami col prefisso, bro, fai 666, ehi
Voglio farti un buco in fronte tipo JFK, ehi
Il mio mic

This your boy J. Guevara
AKA JustinHisPrime
AKA Henny Planks
I'm just to here to tell y'all
The Mission is too Great
And We Up We Good
Word to Ron
We

this big ass bong

[Verse 1]
(Pooh-Man)

Dank smoke is the interior of my 7 deuce impala
Punch the gas on that ass
And let my glass plex holla
Down to my

the 04090
My material is strong, seven days in a week
Yeah, I work
Everyone's my house is on the beach
Just stare up at my pupils
Got that shit you can't

"life," and the will for you to use me
As a big brother, maybe another father figure with seven figures
By rhyming words with the rhythm rhythm, make

remember all them days thinking how to get away
Light a J, do some math, young Vent is here to stay
Your perspective isn't everything
Payback's a bitch, you

any day is good for me to go and kill a ho
so fuck the money, mo murder mo murder mo
and it's a nightmare on yo' mama's street
but freddy's bitch-ass is

None of you know of my pain
I made a mistake by giving you time of the day
Rapping is deeper than fame
I got that from J
He rap in UA in NY
Wondering why

drank
Why you in this car saying' you don't do those thangs
I know you smart, just want you to use yo brain
Member back in the days they said that you

bit of J with some Coldplay

Everybody want a taste of the good life 
Find a seven layer dip and a bag of ice 
With a margarita twist up a spliff like

When I look up to the heavens 
Then I'm blinded by the stars 
That's the power of God 
Observing your beautiful creations 
In admiration

barbaric, shit could get ugly as fuck like Ed Sheeran
Catch you on a off day like Ferris, shoot you in ya larynx
Kick ya baby out the carriage then I flee

it get how u can
You that i'm playin, I ain't never been that man
Yea my father instilled me with some integrity
Told me "Put on for your city, one day