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you a lame if you ain't feeling it
Play me
If you're lazy, blame me
Rack up the streams until the crew is in a really big mansion

Yeah, 'cause when you
to achieve it
Never gonna get there if I don't believe it
Threw my dreams to the stars now I'm gonna retrieve it
Don't wanna be outcast wanna be in selection
me into drama I can tell, I can tell

Look
I can tell that you niggas see me
I'm From another fabric you gotta believe me
I'm doing magic in this bitch
and lust
Stand for something to die for nothing
Save your soul, just hang it up
You don't wanna look up in the mirror
And have to question, "Who Am I?"
I've
doubt
Hip-Hop? We're not selling it out, we're just lettin' it out
If you're checkin' us out this hour, we teatchin' hip-hop
Holy integrated people
give more money to the poor when you're rich
So yes I'ma go hard and leave scars
My soos an crowbar so charge
My bra you are soap bars stay soft
I'm
Hoping they're the same ones you're seeing by the distant moon
I'm swinging through these fits of composure
Back to the knowledge I've been clinging
I might be lost
I can't be on
All of these games you might play from the jump
I say what I want
If it ain't it right, it's wrong
You take all my time
Stay out your zone
Ain't safe in it though
Hope to see the day
When you ain't gotta serve
The substance you on 
But that ounce still a ounce 
And ain't
the play by play? What's the takeaway? (hey hey)
Gonna hold you tight through the wind and rain
Right before my eyes, I just seen a change (okay)
Welcome
I ain't the one (Uh uh)
They wanna play until I wanna have some fun (What)
Got done by the wrong one it left me stunned (Damn)
You thought that I
me you’re gonna catch a break, but it’s not now’
Struggle to see the light at the end of the tunnel
Cause all this effort, man it’s getting me fuck all
And if you ain't gonna give up the ass
Please don't flaunt it, don't flaunt it
Cause that would make you a frontin ho
Really though if you put a
Quarter in
you know I'd take it myself
If the evil in me had its way, then I'd watch you melt
But I'm just here observing 'cause I'm furthering myself
Had to go
another stash, Now I put it in the fucking motion get that back
If you really want it, you're going to have to double back
Try again That shit not going
a factor

Yeah I know you thought it didn't matter Either way you're gonna meet your master
Go ahead and cry now nigga I'll assure you won't be laughing
I just wanna live right
Bye for the night
For the month
Had enough
Gonna splice myself out of you cunts
I don't wanna come up 
My fists clenched
county, every state in our nation
And they get a little harsher if you son’t vote blue
The racists voting red fAm – what about you?
I know for me I’m gonna
the night till the morning
Drink and smoke until we’re high in my foreign
So what’s it gonna be are you the type to play the games
If so, you gotta leave,
you're gonna see
How good it can be
Just come to me
I'll

Shorty swing my way
You sure look good to me
Now would you please
Swing my way
Shorty
I can't let you win

You a smoke that embeds in my second hand
And if we call a spade a spade
Then I'm in the field making major plays
My shorty
can't Recover from that
In another regret from the other Cassette
Show your cards blackjack twenty One oh you're dead
Was so far gone i wrote myself
me mental chaos and grief
But it's normal to have a crisis when you're only 18, nah
Freedom at last is false
Find the final piece of the puzzle
I'm
class, no trash
You're the kind of girl that I gotta have
Got a little more time to spend
And we're oh so freaky now
So fine, divine Make me wanna take

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