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the wave

Baby
Feelin alright and thats the wave
Baby
Feelin alright and thats the wave
Baby
Feelin alright and thats the wave
Baby
Baby

They say it never

good in that?
It's said an album is rated based upon its worst song
Y'all had me scratching my head
They're equally base
Put a macron upon your O
It goes

in peace
But ignorance, therefore's no more a bliss
'Cause there's something I've missed
That was there all along -
And you'll get it too by the end

just cut the news on
Black Power Black Lives Matter
They didn't hear us the first time so say it louder
Black Power Black Lives Matter
Im just a symbol

pack, like a strain of cannabis
I got her
Addicted
Hear it?
They listening
Ask your girl what made her came last night
She gonna say "a dick diiiid"

song, find me
When you want to get away from tired grey world 

Yeah 
lonely days go by
Yeah 
Lonely days n Long nights

I'm not like other mans you hang

have no wife, no friend to cry.
You will have dark times, don’t ask me why.
You’ll get ‘stabbed with a knife by your best ally.
You know, I’d never

finna walk it out
Shawty an eater, Dummy finna dog her out
Who the fuck is this nigga? 'Swear, he do not got no clout
Where I come from, you just can't

How you say you love me then gave up on me and spoke less of me
Fuck that nigga I should've stepped on em
A lot of pain inside I can't get it out

home
I can't forget you taught me how to be a man on my own
I lost my nigga to a random act of gun violence
From the mud I had to grow but I could hardly

a blessing
Who gon be the next to go by 21
Man these legends all be dying young
Devils work taking the breath from their lung
So many songs unsung

Shout out

it
Long guns, points white bones Ashed it
Wrong cunts coined ripe old
Trash bitch
Songs front going right on passed it
And I smoke out papers
Inhale

wake up
Stay away from the real
So they say, so they say
There must be no other way

cnd we sing, and we sing
Some emotionless song
We got rid

shots i parry

"You Betta go grab ya pole" "and let them bullets go"

They call me E cause I stay wit a k I pop you
And your g hit the gas till whip on E

Coffee Shop

Kottonmouth Kings

High Society

2000

Thirty-eight strands we through em on the table
Sampled em all one by one I was able
They all taste good, defeated to smoke
Next the two footer, I wanted

recording
I don't play no more
The fans have been patient
They can't wait no more
I'm from a bottomless pit where
They didn't make no floors
And it's a dog

ready to ride
Your story could've been "he just didn't get on the mic, and lost a little bit of pride" instead of "he died"
Slay'd by your majesty

up his lining
I don't rap, just hop on the mic and I spit facts Chopstick break him down like a Kit Kat
Yeah, I did it, bitch, come get your lick back

it

But I got gifts from Holy Spirit
Need immersion in the scriptures
Thankful for His presence
Working with what I've been given
This Tupac song

chain gone have less stones
But it's gone be flawless, you got all this VVS on
Say it with your chest though
I hear you talking reckless
Think that record

hell, we in hell
We in hell, we in hell, we in hell, we in hell, we in
My niggas praising melanin by making all these songs
But we get locked up for

go so long

You'll get lost in a song

Weather 4 or 16, man

The bars go on

I comprehend your apprehensive

I'm just passing lessons on

I'm the fuckin' Boogeyman
Get down from your cloud, lil Peter Pan
Bad bitch looking blasian, Puerto Rican
Downtown catch me swerving on a demon
Cloud

palms I'm puffin the shit stanky
Eighth in her arms I'm tellin the bitch pay me
Play my song say she think I'm the greatest to ever do it
Granted wish now