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very, just con... confession... which only does a little bit. It really doesn't reveal who I am as a person. It reveals what I've done and what I feel

Washing this money I’m Mr Clean
A nigga sell his soul just to get another stream
Gotta a lot likes what the fuck does this mean
Hold up nigga I just met me

driven over a thousand miles and I had a broken tire
Hanging by a wire but I ain’t givin’ up
To make it sexual was not the intention
To pry me out my grind

workers 
Pushin compressors he stuck in the hall
Can't tell the difference if he in a court or a lecture
What time was he called? Corrected by bluest

of the land
I will make a difference Between my people and your people
This shall be the sign
Praise be His Holy Name
From where we read from our

Nobody does it for the love only for the perks
Feel the pain and it won't stop
What a shame
What a shame
Til we all drop
A little change in the bank
Goes

conscience got me feeling plural
Outta body experience talking to myself normal
That fake it till ya make it shit only does so much
This cliché seems to be

It's time to make our stand
They're going to treat us equal
Black Lives Matter
So this one is for all my people
It's time to make our stand
They're

on finshin'
Givin' in is the difference in
Wishin' it an livin' it
So posers step off me
I'll get ya paid off cock
Matter what it cost me
I don't even gotta

does that mean?
It sounds like something conjured up in a dream
Or made up in a tree house like ""Stand By Me""
We are at an unfair disadvantage
We won't

the Stanley / what the fuck this all makes no sense they say social distance / now it’s getting intense / cause I never understood / is this part of there plan/

right  when im a helleva queen

Fake niggas say they love me but what does that mean
When they don't know the difference from a pawn and a Queen

I

past the bogus, run a style like aerobics, on your broad pull up till my lats got me looking like cobras//
.... this just what real really does/
Like

come true
Does it mean bugger all to you
When billions count on you
Old Q
This place is smellin' like a zoo
And man, so are you Mr. Q
Damn this bugaboo

sown
I wonder is it divine or does it fall on me
Outward confession on transgressions, I've mismanaged blessings
I've spoiled the opportunity to learn

and call it a fucking raven's nest

They say to make waves

It pays to be the wildest

At the unit they got their way by being childish

Grown men arguing

said


Tuff shit boss up you'll feel better today
Hate fades when you paid and we got cheddar to make
If they petty wish the worst but know it's better

fall behind
I swear, I stay on my square like I'm confined
In the rarified air surrounded by dollar signs
I swear I'm gone press it till the end of time

Make your blood boil
Well I should say
Now friends, let me tell you what I mean
You got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table
Pockets

dream on a solid foundation
Lucid Livin retreats And vacations
Skipping on what could have been great sex
Too sacred to take pics
We just experience

compensated for our shortcomings
What are lambs and rams in the context of His greatness?
What animal's blood can really make up for our failings?
What incense

up better say grace
Amen! No one does it like him
I left the land of make believe 'cause I ain't here to pretend
One of the best to ever do it since I

One. More. Time
One. More. Tale
One. Last. Rhyme
One. That's. Real

History don't repeat but it often rhymes
The rhymes I authorize literally won't

single sodding key
So that when the time does come that you rely on that knowledge and experience
You slay it
Number four money
That's the sad part