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potato hop the toad
Grey the skies that bode
Oh so well, for adventure is owed
Life's a debt
We repay by living
Givin' thanks for thanks giving
Fillin'

the poorest youth
But got shot by an off duty cop, hands to the roof

Black Saint she modern day
Lived life so honestly 
As she moves she also pray
Thank

shawty from 58th I ain't lie man dat bitch was a dime no lie
The opps I thought I was lacking but thank god I had dat nine
Cause that night I was going

they push me to my limits
Praying every single night
Cause id be damned if I forget it
(Thank you Lord)
Ya coming at me with your chitty chat chat
We

Stay Woke

Meek Mill

Stay Woke

how to walk
Mama taught you how to fight, fight, before she taught you how to write, right
And daddy locked down in the cell, can't kiss you night

weigh it by five
Sold the whole zip aint care to get high
Some niggas stay high but can barley get by
Learn from the next man L like its mine
Spliffin'

hit the block sideways, perking, trippin
swervin, I'm servin the shit that I made cause it's tight
all night long nigga's hustle for paper
24-7 nigga's

always, damned if I can't handle what I do
Think I've seen a pattern by now, I drink I scream I'm mad at myself
Blink and those I care for shift around me,

planners than a warlord
Mercy, Mary, man, I got my banners on the scoreboard
Like tertiary scammers always hamming for a reward
It was a cold night
Running

Livin' in America

Black 47

Fire of Freedom

Livin' in America 
Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls 
And I mix cement by the ton 
With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout 
Sweatin'

rat, won't do that type of rhyming
Was in the hood, but my family's a silver type of lining
I was fine with dark nights
Outside playing catch and fuck

teleprompters
Pushed to do our damned best
Even if it kills us
Labor is free
Death drives a high toll if it's not
Insured for each arm and leg worth of clean-up

someone in my house, there's someone in my house

[911 dispatch] 
Can you please run by your address for me

[woman] 
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah

Wrong and now I think
It's f you everyday
Lost a good one for no reason
Ooh, Ooh
All the good times
All the bad times
And the long nights like
Ooh, Ooh

high
High
High
High
High
Akbar fell for the trap hard tryna make it by
By
Court cases faced em, that judge was racist them fees too high
High
High
High

Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in
A center fold by ugly tenements
Oh distribute sour inhalants
Regulate lobby developments
Today summon the rug rat

on the rats and
People sorta super wanna trip to the penile (penile)
While I settle off the shores of the Long Isle
My file is clean, I mean my mind is clear

of the year here in Atlanta
Bottoms of her shoes look like strawberry Fanta

I Guess it worked out at last
I'll be damned if I get controlled by my past
Niggas

See
I see
I see
I see
Got my team by my side
And we all lookin’ flee
Its just her and her friend
When we ready to meet
She gon lie to her friends
Cus

A bad bitch, a project apartment and 2 pits
Red chucks, a red Bic to keep my kush lit
Thank god for what I get but never really needed shit
I'm

crazy, hoe, you buggin'
Yeah, she buggin', woah
I said take my heart and my soul, dump that in a hoe
Codeine hella cold, mix it by the 4
We go way back,

but niggas don't listen (hold on)
I'm at Barclays sittin' by Blake Griffin (sittin' by Blake Griffin)
At night, I'm in a Louis sleepin' bag (louis

Liz on the map
Ain't a single mix intact when that kick impact
Know Little Miss Glitch did that
One time for my chicks in the building with the lipstick

this paperwork and I could get you gone by the night
Black trucks, black bikes, takin' up lanes
On that union turn pike
I been sturdy steppin ever since