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itching to shoot
No handguns, it's a semi

I can't let a nigga send me
Nah, nah
Try if you want, they find you in a trunk
And my girl, she be tweaking

can't say about the time
Of relevance
You see what you speakin' to me
Is insignificant
I can't have the details and
Let it off as a skip
I'm just thinking

to deal with not showing your face
This is life we all hold in one place
We are all one
Earth is one, one with the sun let me run
To the field that I want

bills and rent
Spoke with homie but ain't seen him since
I had to let it go and give it to God
'Cause what you reap is what you till in the sod
And it

Hook
I gotta go and get to the cake ,
You hating ass niggas be in the  way
, if my pockets on fat then a Nigga straight
 got the bag took my bitch

(Yo drewy spit that)

(I ain't gon hold you it's like nine thirty right now in the crib
And I'm still recording for this ep and shit but let me spazz

by some clowns who don't like me
And whether you think ever I'll let up, go on hiatus
The answer is in my middle finger which is now raising
I need

dressed in all black
A painted target on my back
You think you know me well until Nates on the attack
I grab my pen and I start to spazz
Rap is like a drug

always come in topic
Cause I'm the top pick 
We love to eat, so if we beef, we bringing chop stick

They sending shots, cause they want me to stop
I'm

But when it comes to your joy the game tends to rob it
So what do you do?
What do you choose?
In between dreams and you taking a chance on losing your

eye's lie evolve and change,
To seeing dark coloured people in handcuffs getting slain.

A contrarian may hit you with the facts  
That, by the numbers,

leave
Yeah cause im on the way
First Let me play this parle
The game start in twenty minutes
It be over by eight
Oh you mad at my confidence
Some Mo

in our head
When the wind blows, it whistles in a sense
Like my angels trying to tell me something
We've been followed from the very beginnin'
By

they won't believe me if I say so

Maturity don't need to come with an age
I've been thinkin' for some days
Let my mind outside of the cage
Let my words

head?
Do they control you like a little marionette?
I'll cut the strings off you dead, come in with me
Let me free the wings of your soul, can make it

godly woah
Does your song need blessed
Let me know
I can get you something for the right price
Or maybe just some chicken with the fried rice
In

Wait

Group 1 Crew

Outta Space Love: Bigger Love Edition

2010

know ya
(until I know ya)

Yea huh
Let me hear the song that sync
I wonder what song she'll sing
Would it be your Frank Sinatra hit or maybe a tune by

will make it through this night
And I'll be by your side each and every night
Just let me be your morning sun
I'll give you all my light even if it's all

asking for J's nigga this when she was six
Sco got me thinking legit that boy na went done it
Be rich as hell if I gave you back everything that you

on my mind before
Don't even wanna leave your side you'll be torn
But maybe let me take some time to be sure
Positive was my prerogative
Your disconnect

the comments made by women in the pictures that I post
No more long texting like a fucking indicment
No more you making the mess and waiting for me to ask you

Was just be you
Let me spit it
A return to innocence, the times we'll forever miss
My childhood was the valley now I'm at the precipice
I used to be

You have a louder grace 
In worship, I'm assured to a certainty 
But a current of nervous speach encircles me movin' serpentine
So I rehearse sturdily,

Half of a life sat by in silence
Stole back the time to show I was trying
Knowing I couldn't cross the water to make things right
Knowing I couldn't