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just can't get enough of it
I gotta get higher and so the dosage needs doublin'
And prospects are dire so I lay down and give up again

Yeah depression

Are you the police
No, ma'am. We're musicians
Said the Sun don't shine in the city
The Sun don't shine
The Sun don't shine
I said the Sun don't shine

more than enough
White people are more victims to Jim Crowism than us
Now look, now I'm dealing with some dangerous stuff
Just by talking about 40 acres

everyone, out my cage
Remember your face
But not your name
Counting your days until it's over
Looking for closure
Searching the maze
Bull shit I'm dozing
40

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bible
Cuz i made mistakes an Im my own greatest fuckin rival
Im surrounded by some fakes i take em out wit a rifle
Or a Uzi mac 11 got the AR shootin 223

Climbing

Wait wait wait wait
Isaiah 40:31
Wait wait wait wait 
I told you The wait is done 
Wait wait wait wait,
We hot just  like the sun,
Wait wait wait

Ain't being talked down by
Some goofy-ass has-been
If you had the recipe
Then you would really have it then
Hate my movements
But you could never do it

the point I got points to prove
I'm on the edge of tomorrow and we ain't talking Tom Cruise
Nah it's a ton of booze lude suggestions
That's food for thought

girls are the same we must still porstrate
But music is the food of the soul
I wrestled with my pain I been turn to Stone Cold
God gave me a yes, who

nasir when he dropped stillmatic and ether
We are not the same
Ya in it for the fame
I'm hustling getting money get the fuck up out my way
I live in

hands

He stands and takes her in his arms
You are such a lovely dancer
And to the tune they know by heart
They begin to dance

And they dance for joy

Ebonii
Yo, have you met this bitch Rabid Ratish?
Hey! (Ah, ah, mwah!)
Rabid Ratish
Rabid Ratish on the track
40-inch weave goes down to my back

Everyday I'm tripping off this codeine
If you from my city, then you know me
Had to go and get some bands all by my lonely
Glocker in the fanny, it's a 40
I

lord
All you see is what I'm sayin
Lips are chromatoped, you gotta bust a lot of jeans

Every morning, when I wake up
She be pullin' it, sayin' please

eyes to die for

These 2 people are the same thing

There's a big holocaust led by Ivona

You should know that Ivona's just a killer mother shitty fuck

74 to 40, got a script, but it's walking out the dress
I'm the type of nigga flip a six when I'm down on my dick
You the type of nigga take your ring

forty four I'm on three sixty
Mana ife nwa melu nwoke na hood Ackman I'm the real BG (ma-mee, ma-mee)
(Jay)
(Okay! Yeah)
I'm not tryna joke right now I'm

In the City of the Lost is where I sold my soul
We submit to exhaust and trade it all for control
As the skeletons patrol for the time that I stole

when we relax

Praise the Lord, it's on Sundays
I just killed a bitch with my P-Hawk
Cranked it up inside the house, in the P-Hawk
I just killed myself

I let the white sage burn as I reminisce
On all the girls who could've been, but thatI dismissed
I let the years pass by and kept my feelings in
I

So you listen to me and you listen well
Are you behind on your credit card bills
Good, pick up the phone and start dialing
Is your landlord ready

more than we made
working 40 hours
earning minimum wage

chaos like this 
last a short time
for the be-all end-all 
comes like violent crime

i’ve come

bother lonely
You can be dead even if we homies
He can be dead nigga he don't know me
He can be dead if I'm by my only
Hop in a sled nigga wit a .40