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like Jay is back again,
Sound like me don't never go,
It sound like me come back for wins,
Back from Cali roads I seen some shit and still I'm not

I Remember

Mr. Criminal

The Hipower Soldiers Triple Up

2011

knew it all was the same teenager in n out of
Juvenile hall, I remember being chased by the cops replaced my lunch money with a
Sack in my sock, I

the book of Revelations
But you won't hear nothing on the mainstream news
Beamed down from space lasers owned by the Jews
Or the socialist media owned by

Louie bag, she got red bottoms, expensive toes
What that boy luh Jaso, had said, we told expensive poles
Ain't, staying, if I ain't getting head, that go

I Remember

Mr. Criminal

Thug City

2010

knew it all was the same teenager in n out of
Juvenile hall, I remember being chased by the cops replaced my lunch money with a
Sack in my sock, I

leaves
I'm like Spike Lee see my life is a movie
If I had a twin, she would still choose me
You the next man up, may I ask who's he
St. Louis is the home,

feet on 1st
We need to shine bright rather than be
Overshadowed by the days of overcast
These Carmelo thoughts that I keep to myself
When they rather

keeping it blunt.
But u had it in ya head i was tryna stunt.  
The very next morning I'm packin lunch...
For ya kids....
Picking up the slack....of him. 
By

you trippin, I never lost my focus
I made my inside outside, I treated everywhere home
Been doing the same relationships, my hands are tied when hell is

many signs of disaster on my roads traveled

Was born in St Patrick, so green was in my path and
Younger years I had passion, too much for them to handle

the need to scream and shout it And most Catholics I know never even talk about it
I was baptised as a baby, had Communion, been Confirmed Each saint

a process, sometimes you gotta work out kinks
I swear I gave everything I had plus the kitchen sink
Just to find out that the problem was the missing links

a percentage in tha crime rate
Creep up with the Nina tuck, that's what I call a blind date
It's 5 in tha morning, and we ain't had no sleep
At tha trap,

bad all week
Hope we good by the weekend
Chase the bag all week
Spend it all on the weekend

Look,


When i met you had walls up was closed off
Now

to the praise team
Then smob to the Pole for Your Black Muslim Bakery
Born & raised in the Bay, never been to San Jose
I recall one time, maybe, crossing

and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never

dick's at attention, amazed by the tingle
Thinkin about the ho, so I gave one a jingle...THEN
Threw a fuckin brew down my neck
St., crooked letter, D-E

It’s all about going fast
But sometimes you gotta slow down
Mhmm
Yeah
Mhmm
Mhmm (Yeah)
Yeah
Alright you so cool
Don’t abide by the rules
Just a man

I'm on killing spree now
Ima let em all die
Took you all by surprise
Yeah Ima abouta thrive
Ranking up cases like Covid
Call this a homicide
Last

United States of Nowhere

V1
Hundred miles across the border, st maria frisco bay
Big ol stack of leather bibles, blowin down the interstate
Where

on a roll since the honor roll, in the sixth grade with the big frames
Even back then, I was jacked in, never been the type to play the kid games
Had

La La La.


Verse
Now if I was a catfish
In a river down in St. Louis,
I'd be the biggest fish, honey, anyone had ever seen.
I never would get caught,

Be the greatest you of all time
Never change for the masses
Be the same on and offline
In case that it crashes
Bravest through the tall climbs

written off bro and I love it

Had to cut the strings I could never be your puppet

Fuck your apology Il tell you where to shove it

if you wana sign me now