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This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large 
I'm expecting to sell, yeah 
Drip too hard 
While the rain got you caught 
I be busting like hail

Sometimes all I got to eat a sandwich with baloney
They always told me I ain't get fed cause I was so boney
They call me clouds in these streets
You can tell

VELCRO

I'm the right guy, the night guy, my charisma I might ply, if you're tight you could try to buy my hospitality. I'll pour white rye, martini

Spangled
But of makings of you
Good brother Curtis Mayfield
Defari, you anointed? Nah, just BitCoined it
Made my way, cash tokens
The whole family hold it

Running through thoughts I left my heart with the beat
I know the way I live is Messi, I left my heart by your feet
I know my views get kinda shallow

I saw what they did
How they fucked up the people
And land then split
Even if you think you good
You still need therapy
We all got hella shit unpack

I swear i'm just sitting back thinkin'
About everything in life
No matter how good I done by people
It never failed, man you know I'm human
I always

own country's backyard.
You have done a good job, Tenali.
If not for you,
I would have never understood that,
heaven is in our own hands.
My dear

says tighter
On her two knees But she not gaggin',
She wasn't braggin'
Work that Joystick so good, got me laggin'
Lovin' the noggin'
Can you bend from

hours
Or not

If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something

up by then i dont give a fuck

Got some hurt but im in the pain
But thats what they say no pain no gain
So better stay in your lane cause if you dont

live by my truth while you reside in denial
While you were trading pride for some money
I was fillin up an empty tummy trust I wasnt fussy
Frosted Flakes

Woke up on Monday to the news that Peaches was dead
Like most everyone, I thought about Bob and how he'd lose his head
You wonder how many times

over chips that's how the cookie crumble now
You mad cause you called and I ain't answer
It wasn't important so what the fuck does it matter? 
So tired

out my heat first, he pull out his heat last

Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay

faith in what they told
Us never studying our devotions
You claiming the good book I hope it's open
There's some new life to every
Word that is spoken, so

loved by like almost all my teachers
Some I don't agree with
It don't make a difference in how I treat em'
They all good people
It's my own damn fault

wanted you to be dodging.

As i sit here, im drinking and im thinking of all the times that i fucked up i try to hide my tears by blinking, i let it sink

lil shit you can have it 
Fresco I told em I'm at it 
These niggas thought I was just average 
But I wasn't acting 
I just perfected my craft and took

collapsed, but caught her balance on the banister. She was heaving.  
“I… I can’t come to the door, Sally,” Ashley called out. 
“Paul heard you screaming

the front door like she would do all the time
Baby boy just couldn't wait to give her a piece of his mind

Like where you been and who you seen
I was here all

battles when you dig my grave
Make sure my bones don't rattle
No Space in my lane for you makeshift rappers
Your lame I'm good I'm great I'm badder
I

really know about, you know what I'm saying, like
These are the two closest niggas you ever met, like

If it wasn't for these two niggas, he probably

the sky
and she asked me to write her a song.
well, i ain’t so good at singin’, so i wrote her this poem, instead.

because, girl, i want you to know:
your