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Ya album was ya own roast 
Fully grown still slangin on my old post
Ballot box was jacked from the poll closed
David Poll sent the local 
So So-Cal ya

I've been high for five whole days
And I've been stuck in my old ways
Cause life is long just like hall ways
So I pass the time with a big old bag

(I'm a gentleman)
(But I ain't a gentle man)
(NineOne)

Didn't wanna clear that debt
Bloke got chucked in a freezer
Grabbed by the scruff

on God
I guess im penning you this song ofcourse
As a diary of sorts
And to the older generation
I guess you know what this is for
I mean my nigga
Ofcourse

years old 
Cause everything between that's just a mass of snow
but as I grow a curious kid apropos i did what had to
Took life slow followed the rules

started slowly in my 40’s 
By that time I had 3 shorties
Would've been 10 but she decided
We couldn't afford how I got excited

So she got fixed, and I got

cnd still got the hella urge to cop something 
Onna a better swerve I'm running
Build a legacy for daughter my sonny
You fuckin with them clowns jo

a felony I beat up the case
You can tell I'm hungry by the way I eat up the bass
It's a cold world, watch how I heat up the place
2012 niggas really had

I been down and out I been up before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
I been down and out I been up

imagine he drugging

His Life Her Life

It aint no difference

Cause we all human beings

Now That dont mean u got to Die

Or Could It all be A Dream

I

noticed that my choice of words is strange
Observed this perfect purple strain
Now everybody wants a word with James
Just bought a bigger safe, I'm stashing

All this chitter chatter doesn't really
Mean a thing you just run your mouth but
We don't really hear a thing
Where's the weighted glory never

visions of this life when Corey kicked it with Raven
5 years old watching Disney that Whitney life I was craving
Misbehaving like I'm Houston on stages

bitch, we the mob
Shit, can get hetic reach for my throat
Pussy, you gonna die by this necklace, huh
What?, old heads tryna get me to calm em' down
Them

your eyes, you'll go insane

I mean, what's up with that plastic plane?

You're an idiot if you disagree

You gotta see Hyakugojyuuichi

If you got

believe I can when I hold this pen
No body can stop me
You better look out when
I grab the mic, its all over, Sonny Noir takes over and
They all call me old

Don't know if you've been told,
Nobody is by your side
Stayin' down for the ride
You see that they'd rather die than be with you (Aww)
This is what

will be remembered
By all your little children
Yes I do mean by your brothers, children and your sisters
They'll be shouting my name and screaming

I love the words you said
I dip my blunt in lean
Who can keep me here
Who can keep me near to them
Where did we go wrong
That's always the same old

ho's here
I see shit so clear it's no getting low here
Do I got the glow ?
Yea I told them lets go there
I'm sitting on new shit I gave them my old chair

Pass It Off

Shyheim

Shyheim a/k/a the Rugged Child

1994

traps like a ho
Which means I'm baggin bitches, my rhymes is gettin fatter
I dropped a lyrical bomb, why'all seem to scatter

You talk and chit

like Lil Mozzy
Or Mosey
You know I'm shooting like I'm James Posey
Yo, Bure back with a vengeance
I would die for my city, the Aberdeen lieutenant
I'm

therapeutic
An idol's as a kid
He'd spit his shit
Flowed like a real poet
Went above and beyond
A lyrical James Bond
A rap god at the top
Hit the charts sparked

top ten, and my boys like yo
"Let's go"
I mean I love Courtney, but I don't fuck with hole
Like the one she left in me, man these jokes so old
I took