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These girlies get too jaded

I needed time on my mind, no Excuses, no she got fined
If it wasn't music, no pie, I had to Leave her behind
They scared

heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one."

because of my music
So that's why I gotta make it or die as a loser
I've been influenced by rappers who came and paved the way
2Pac and Nas and Jay
Ice

talk I'ma make yo girl late then see
If you really wanna talk on me
God I might be, good on any scene
Not a single person that I need in any place that

of me, I'd even change my name
So when i don't bow he starts to shout
BOW TO ME BOW TO ME, I command you do it now
I say no, then he makes me, and I don't

the player
I'm talking with you even though it's late
Let's roll it up and they we'll medicate
I know you feel the vibe and it be great
She said to come on by

her to stop
She would take it as a joke
She would just keep going
Smoking till her lungs would Choke
Then God gave me music
And I figured how to use it

Bam Bam, Bronsolino closed Sessions
Queens shit, Chicago

Bitches kissing me the French way
Now suck my son’s dick
He only four, when he twenty he

smoke on the bud with a P.O
Catchin' dirty UAs spendin' days with a P.O
I'm just tryin' to make my music
Cuz I know make it
Smokin' and sellin' the weed

At school and with the music 
My relationship was boomin'
She was happy, I was happy, I was lucky as fuck

I got the impulse to make an impact somewhat
Leezy

can roam a beach with
He a drill rapper leave him in the streets quick
Mhm, girl you fine by design
Wondering if I could make you see sounds
Break it

talked to you son and I'm sorry 'bout that
I have fallen in love with your mother again
'Member I met her when she was just 10, I was just 12
Been through

and pull up in my

(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!)
Got a bad bitch with a bing bag booty
(Yeah)
This is that bring it back music
(Aye, aye)
Big bag make ya girl

the mistakes been done
You ready for a real change?
Hope you are, because I'm not
But I've been chosen, so I got no hope but to be ready
Music has embraced me by

and say
"yeah he ain't got shit
He's just some fucking white kid
I think he goes by Witt"
And then they listen to my music sayin'
"This the same kid?
This

it professionally
Yeah yeah
Nowadays I be chillin
And what I mean by that is I’m set
I don’t need nobody when I got music
So, best believe I invest

used to twist up grass
She never learned nothing cuz'
The bitch cut class
I never learned nothing either
But puffin reefer and stuffing beaver
I grew

get you clipped, 
Pissed, 
That’s how they be when i make me a complete mockery, 
Full press on they ass, foot still on the gas, straight offense no

No time for the crew
I think of you when i write these songs 

Put all of ya trust in me we gon make it baby it won't be long 
They don't want us to be

a reasonable man
U see not everything on the plate I eat
It's why I walk away
Even though she sprawled on the sheets
I'm a man with integrity
When it comes

Like the priceless Outland
Hold a crown
"But Akhi, you know music is the devil's work"
"Plus when Lenny gonna convert? "
"How do you make it work? "
"Two

Dreams

Krooked Nation

No Escape

2003

that or i jack and you can trust that

you'd rather see me in the studio, than me at your house and see your jewelry go

?? make the beat tight we

here to bring the pain, I'm never ever gonna change!

Like Tropicana, I got the juice.
Off of the leash to let the dog loose.
Don't make me call up

love that hoe (Lil Gerb)
And she sucked up the bros (Lil Gerb)
I bet you didn’t know
I’m just riding around in my regal (Yea)
Surrounded by this evil