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kept a frown
Even with my dying engine things were frozen with no sound
I thought about the present I got her, new ballet shoes and a shiny blue gown

I

feeling baffled needa chapel

Get a saddle, hold my money lasso
Drive til the day I die come and get a sample
Example timing for a kid who took a left

by the Gs
Getting lit off my mind blowed off them trees
I’m above all these niggas that say they ball
Call me rain man my day when that money fall
Ima

Down is when I tie my shoe
Better put up that loot
Get an umbrella for them rainy days
I start drankin’ that juice
Poppin’ them percs, to take that pain

life she say yup
I say lick my balls then
Say she gotta work in the morning
Might have to call in
Day by day she get better
She dedicated she all in
I

dreams being shit on by all my haters
Whats right when you've witnessed different hits amongst your neighbors
Sunday dinners different nations
Settled

to state the fact
That I know when I need some help just so my bills can stay on track
Give me a chance to prove I'm worth it one day I'll pay it all back in

Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly
When I was a buck
They had me locked up down in Buck's County
But I beat that wrap
You never catch me

see a lot
Father forgive me, must be blinded by this pain in my heart
But still (but still)
Why the world so unfair?
Everybody doing wrong by you

times that we had
If we can do it all over I promise I gotcha imma do better than that
Live every day but I’m dying inside
Remember them days when I left

fell to my core, uh
I'm paranoid I don't when it's my final day
Not tryna feel nun, I don't wanna be here take my pain, uh

I say I'm okay when I'm

syllable,
synonyms of adrenaline spillin' off my spiritual tongue,
then numbing ‘em like penicillin,
plus I'm trying to reach the lost like Gilligan,
God

Hip Hop

GP Wu

Don't Go Against the Grain

1998

who that fake pro, tryna fuck wit my hoe? peep
I'm killing for them hips continuously
my rap is g-a-m-e
vocals'll get you stymied
got locals running wit

M. Bison

Flatbush Zombies

Vacation in Hell

2018

and he stunting, it ain't nothing, yeah

I'm so froze, every day feel like February
Zombie Gang, we the best, I'm feeling legendary
I just switch up my

Rockstar

Brian May

Bad Intentions [High Grade Edition]

2012

dying breath: brian jones
A wise girl once sung tears dry on their own
Fuck a moment of silence in my house
We shut the whole shit down for winehouse
So

I got lucky with you
Broke in a few shoes
A couple babies on the loose
Cancer-killin' apple juice
You said your name was Mona Lisa
How bizarre,

my niggas dying, that's the reason why I feel cursed
I was only twelve when I jumped off that porch, head first
Before I pay that bounty, imma make

I'm fully loaded with words 
 
That bring Life to beats
 

 
Ayo
 
I heard that your looking for me
 
My name is unbelief 
 
I run the town

on the scooter
Brand new VVM's, extra cash for the shooter
Dying of the Xandies, swallowing my kids bitch, I don't even want no family
The ones who claim they love

shit, will I die? 
I've taken way too many drugs I can't function but still I fly
Why am I stuck all by myself while these crazy thoughts fill my mind

locked in i'm asking where the days went
My girl asking me to take a vacation
Niggas played cool but they really hating
Live by the code and the rules I'll

of seeing my face on the newspapers and press
And yours getting followed by the Met
Ever since I came into this game
They found my food and I knew i was going

it finna go down
How it finna go down
Tell me how it's going down
I’ve been working nonstop, back to back, constant, day to day
I just wanna turn up

couldn't see
She loved the D
And the issue was, it didn't matter if it wasn't me
I had a problem too, I was too busy being naive
Blinded by love bro, I swear