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now the bitch want to
Flip it back on me
Well I out in the motherfuckin' work
I put in the years
I put in the blood
The sweat the tears
Stop playing

from a knife end
Learned how to work All night
When the moon out drank a little much for a boy
Good thing I was a man by then
Never put my arm down if

the gaping holes 
In my cage
Look past my rage
Don't judge this book by the cover 
Just flip, flip the page
Hold my hand, squeeze and tell me it'll be okay

I

us no
This is for the Savior, we're working towards something greater yo
Three with flavor, this shouldn't work when on paper
But it does, so we going

a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you

our doh
I swear to God
Now they're asking guys to forgive them
That's how you feel na G at all

It's like
Too much yanning and no planning its like
Too

bright red and billowing clouds
Mask the horizon better get down
The shockwave went out
And it's coming unwound,
Comin back like
2 pac just snapped
I'm

have it so he shot me
Oh god he got me
Then he went and planted tree
Tried to make me thu g
Media be like oh leaf
Gunned down by the police
Put a pic I’m

to God you will never work in another kitchen
Man, fuck a sibling
Only child but I'm so wild
Mama, friends calling me to go out
But I
Can't go cause I know

For years I couldn't see it, I was out cheddar chasing
Distracted by the world, fast money and girls
But God had a plan at the time I couldn't see it

Big Girls Need Love Too

Hi-C

The Hi-Life Hustle

2003

too)
Yeah, here we go momma

Good God damn!  Girl you done did it
Your ass sittin' out and I'm bouts to come get it
Baby sportin' a nine, look how

have had
The charge
Of what I was put through
To close
The greatest economy
In the history of our country
And by the way
Now it's being built again

Leanin' on the Lord

Angie Stone

B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story [Bonus Tracks] [Clean]

2007

down, told him lay his down
Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots

He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo
He might be

beauty in the world that goes unfound
And I'm a keep it real y'all niggas look like clowns
Success isn't measured by your sum of pounds
Or your weight

fuckin' on the first date yeah
About a month back
Met by accident so I called it a love tap
She know it’s true out the blue like a fun fact
Now she down for

on my pivot
Wipe the k off with the rag so I can go get them riches
Yeah I know they praying on my downfall
That's why I'm saying fuck all of y'all
I'm by

On my soul it b some baaaaaad 
fine women chasin dat bag bru (on god)
I’m tawkn bout 36 24 28
Gooooddd daaammmnnn


Walked in da club all eyes on me

up for sex tonight
Dear lord
Is that the case, God?
I'm fishing and I'm ringing it in
There's so many fish in the sea
I just found a cod
She's smoking

That's on G-O-D 
No cold feet 
They stay hot like fish grease 
With a big pot of them grits please
No strip tease I need the whole thang
And I'ma bring it

you can call me
Ain't reaching out my hand when all you did was try to dog me

I did this on my own, by my self, it was all me
I never asked for help,

boy
Guess I'm more like Redick is
It don't really matter whatever it is I'ma win
I'm extra competitive I'ma come out a better man
I'ma work till my

Broken Letter 
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

I'm just tryna understand like everyday I wake up I'm scrolling thru my social

doubting myself
Wasting my breath 'til I'm out of my breath
This for the doubters that mourn me a death

And I feel lost
I feel tossed
By the waves

living
Room we walked into, her black curled hair waving everywhere, older than her by a few years
His book is like a breath of fresh air, no one can