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Motherfucker call , Sean Paul, please give me the light I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna take flight
You tryna get by, I'm tryna live life I'm married

don't need to say more
My mans took a L, thats a lesson
Its a new year, all these snakes I been dissecting
Going in a promising direction, made my

Yeah
Nigga What’s the time right now?
We live and die by this shit nigga
Okay okay
Water on me they flow, they flow
Haha hold on
I got this niggas

to see what we can do to the beats
This one for all of the kids who been locked up within, every misfit that live on repeat
Cooksters was always

hours till your plane leaves
We can make love in the Uber to the train leaves

That's a maybe, I don't got a type, but you know I wanna taste
Leaving by

mixed drugs with the hen
Tryna reach a new high, we all lie just to live
Man I miss being a kid, yea (why)
Chilling at the jungle gym (yea)
But fuck that,

country in front of me
It's the only thing I need
Rolling jungles of concrete
I'm decked out in army fatigues
I've got my own style now
I'm the new kid

inside the fridge
Tryna put on for my folks lil nigga I still stay in my granny crib
Moving like the mail man shipping packs address the issue then
Come

and think that of me?
Not that I really care.

Did you see the few of them all hangin' out by that place?
The new position she got?
The kid he's got

live in a nice house… Okay? (hah)
I never liked you, even back when you were my schoolmate (ooo)
Well here's an assignment for you, and today is the due

greatest hits/
I grew up jamming Tupac, loud in and out the booth I/
Made enemies, got jumped first week up on my new block/
But one thing bout me I ain’t

Touch and D-Stroy

Tony Touch

The Piece Maker, Vol. 3: Return of the 50 MCs

2013

Warning. 
The Surgeon General of Brooklyn, New York, has determined
That the sounds you are about to hear, will always be devastating, to your ear.

Try

Bebo Norman

Try

2004

Outside my room looking in 
You'll probably find me all over the place 
In pictures of me back in school 
A slight crooked kid like the smile

Bin Laden

Immortal Technique

Bin Laden

shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you live in
All they talk about is terrorism

Praise God!
Now i'm so much better
And if my words don't come together
Listen to the melody
Cause my love is in there, hiding
God's way, God's way,

all cringe
Mother fuck if it's stuck, niggas know I live
I ain't hiding, I'm sliding I'm recess you kids
No lying, I'm flying past negatives shit
Sike I

Can you mix that Patron even with the Hen'?
I need a bag if you want this dick in your ribs
Oh I'ma kill a pussy (woo), let the bitch live
I'll be

Spitfall

Pain of Salvation

Scarsick

2007

with a new definition of poverty, it's a joke
Like those you make in every video to reach the kids with the dough, 
With every copied "aha yo" and worn

The Law

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

in my nation came to make a change
Live out my name, sustain The Grain, consider the strange deranged
Even insane in the brain, I felt the strain

you fuckin' around
I'm that new-school sound with
The old-school voice
Vicious by choice, murder you
Then come for your boys
My mentality, but I reverse

teach the kids
Dont dream to be rich
Find richness in following your dreams
Dont be a leech to the tv screen
Practice what you preach
Unleash your inner

Everyday is something new
Only fear God
Tell me what I really gotta lose
Set backs coming by the two’s
I ain’t cry about it
I know it was written in

We with no lights but back in business
Now it's, your time to work
Like a nine to five in a new position
Plus the booty Bulky yea she really big

Shh dead, shaking, broken down
I have nothing now

They each walk in my pops, my kids, my wife, my kin
A tear reaches my face before smudged away by my