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cell, you think he's cool
Hell nah, check it
I'm like representing the one or the two

That got out with his brother, never love and die, Loki
What's up

sister on the street
My brother locked up
He isn't clean
Mean motherfucker
I ain't talking bout no misdemean'
Fuck the system
That shit on me and my family

feeling
As the world been burning

This one for my brother cause I know that he been hurting
I know that feeling you got lingering and lurking
I wanna help

the least
Lives taken away by bullets that strayed, It’s not only Ukraine— it’s in these streets
What’s bothering me is we’re brothers to me regardless of how

on a pike like the album cover
I'ma pass the mic to my rapper brother
If I had other man comfortable with spazzing
A one-handed juggler, jamming like Smuckers

screaming the same the song (Yeah)
We pricked our fingers I thought we was brothers some niggaz
You can't even lean on (At All)
We used to holla out team

Must've got em mad
And they gone be mad when they see me on TV
I bet I hit BET
I'm bout to blow up in 3D
You say I won't make it I disagree
Trying to get

Alot of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a farm picking cotton

Vic, shit, I used to be off two, three Xans
Lost E, still sick, I ain't got my mans

He ain't here, but you gon' hear him on every song
Probably doin'

a classy a bougie a ratchet
They only thing missing I keep in da mansion
cnd she gon Mmm bop like the song by the Hansons
Uh uh
Jug and finessing
Designer my

Markas Verse:

What the fuck is you toastin to if it aint this?
What the fuck is you boastin for if your gang switched?
I told my brother stay

muthafuckas
I'ma Transform
Watch me turn to Megatron
Shout out to the homie cuz he put me on the song I'm on
That boy Quentin stand out he stupendous but what's

It's OK

Jeff "T-Bone" Gerard

Bone-A-Fide

2005

gotta break the generational curse, hurts to see these young brothers getting hauled off in a hearse, what?s worse, is we promote it though songs

ain't, motherfucker
Then you 'bout to be
Lies
Close your eyes
And count to three
When they open up
And look at what the fuck I see

I see wretched persons

the moonshine
Triple X Vin Diesel
Ruthless then bust like twisters
The mission box cutter
Undercover brothers get smothered like Sally

Alright pally, don't

brother in this game but you still can coach me
Bro like Joey you have to pay for but I got for free
Know you struggle with some things that I may not know

path
Airing out my thoughts, showing where I'm at
Singing from my heart but know this one fact
With these songs I open up
But I'm the main act
Mm
Wish

They ask how I come up wit material shidd I live it
Why all my songs speak on a struggle cuz I’m in it
They probably won’t appreciate none of this

enough, the Lord took it on his back
I'd take me 3 days just to say how Jesus handled that
I was lost without a map, like a song without a track
I had

my Owl,
Fillin up good and plenty,
Eternal Love,
Never leaving you feeling empty,
Surrounded by crchangels and Guardians,
No demons tempting,
So come

let your bitch set thе play
Then she dyin' with you
Two-three set this money on the floor
I'm like I'm slidin' with you
Only ARP's in this whip
It ain't

to sway

cnd there was something in the moment
cnd I could see it in your eyes
Yeah

I remember the song
That was in the room
You put the records on
cnd

With bitter hands
You touch and go
The first to spell it out
The last to really know

She's such a snowflake
I should've known by the way she drives

than my hair
Look so good when I walk by
I know you want me that's no lie
I got champagne running through these veins
I'm flying high in my private plane