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paid by the Son of David
The Lamb
He was slain for thе shame that we all facin'
Every single lie tucked in the basement
Every single heart of stone stuck

To work more hours for these corporations
And they work us to shit and
We don't quit cause the other grass ain't always green

Unless we water it
Let that

instead
I should probably pay a Nickel son
Have them done with the shining
Talk about shining I'm irreplaceable
I feel like gold
And no matter which state

peace to Kobe

I ain't got shit but this
I built it brick by brick
I'm snapping hit for hit
In control no hypnotist

Golden boy done found the silver

Don't Do That

Saigon

Entourage

2015

im tellin ya I swear its for sure
I shouldnt even ever have to say this no more

Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
Dont dont d-dont dont do that
Dont

dues
I'ma sick son of a gun who states my views
And ain't fuckin' with bots and no mainstream news
Green, mean, pristine, outta control
Straight

for. No. 

I mean, I stayed with your mama, but I respect that part because this is what I'm saying. We still needed more than 3400 for pocket card.

War

Ghostface Killah

Put It on the Line [DualDisc]

2005

last night, when they was driving down Castleton
The whip was badly crashed, come on, you do the math
They probably smoked a bag, no seatbelts, they

shit that I'm in love of (Word)
You can't greed money with no hustle uh
You can't just sleep and get muscles (Uh)
Better work your ass out
And before you

like a locomotive
I'm motivated by Pun
You could never catch me lacking
My squad be toting guns
Y'all ain't bout that action
All you pussies is my son

Cause all I just give is respect,
cDD be in my step, I'm getting celebrity money with no blue check. (HcHcHcHcHc)

No more washing dishes 
Or kitchen

would do
But these people here
They would aggravate a saint
And what do they know
Nothing, nothing
I'll punch your face in
There isn't no playing here
I

wolf-tickets with box office closed 
Don't act hot headed if your feet get cold
This real street life on dead end roads
We predisposed; live fast, die slow
No

Little old me
Some liquor and weed
As I chill in my humble abode 

Cognac all in my liver 
As cannabis blows
From my lungs to my nose

Still out by 5

com com)
This is for you Capo
[chorus plays background]
And we sing the name of capo confucious as we preach
The seven that cannot be divided by any

And hoped that it was love
Months creep by with no phone call
She just rocks her baby doll
Stares at squares of strangers taped to the wall 
Hummin' an old

adrenaline
I know you want more
Mirrors shakin' in the doors
Crankin' up the Justin Moore
Beer by the case
Comin' out of Lewis Country Store
Rebel flag hat,

getting big as fuck
Ya son gon make the league for sure
One thing fore I let you go
Please don’t call my phone no more 
I met a gypsy 
And she hipped

somethin empty/
I got no envy/
A warrior on watch call me/
The Rap Vigilante/
AKA a sentry/
I'm finna ride/
Like the shit mine/
Not taken my time/
2020

And when I beat the pussy up I swear I do the most
They aint doing it like me no they dont come close
Dont mind me hoes Im just passing by
When I hold out

But I can't jump into the streets, gotta stay live, don't got no choice
Look, I gotta get this money, I don't want my family poor no more

I don't wanna

it once more
I'm telling you, it's done

Death's coming for you, no knocking at heaven's door
The cries of the poor have
Entered into the ears of their

fuckin my brain for a couple of days
You make me feel crazy from miles away
I'm running away, can't take any more
Never could make it how things were

the 6th grade
Without no drugs I was up all night
Questioning and wondering if Satan had lied
Saw the sun rise with bloodshot eyes
My lady by my side