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to be praying now
I just need to hear from you Father God
Keep my babies near to you Father God
Tomorrow I might get some news that I don’t wanna hear

Song: Cruise Control (Extended Version)
Written by: A Ali

Intro:

A Ali: Hey
Lady J: Hey! What you doing?
A Ali: I ain’t doing shit…just riding.

game, I had to heat it off
You done made a block hot, turn that heater off
You miss a whole hundred shots with that meter off
I can make a meal by myself,

for
A-R to the tistic
Ya'll know I did this
My first mixtape that's TFT
They said it sounded like an album, a sweet LP
First month, 100K I'm going TNT

a business
They keep making money the longer I'm living
It's hundreds of dollars to get a prescription
Insurance to cover the difference
Co-pays to live for

Tryna get the last bit's of petrol
Cause I'm famous, I keep it normal still
Real recognise real, recognise real
I'm so real, the nurse that brought me

that we care (show that we care)
Bitcoin, was made to share
Bitcoin making, millionaires
If it keeps going we, billionaires
Maybe even, trillionaires
So

think I'm sipping tea
She see me on the screen now all of a sudden she missing me
Fuck it I'm down Whatever this come with you know I'm in for keeps
Mane

never keep it 100
I'm keeping it 50-50, nigga

Are you really working hard enough
Are those people still calling you bluff
I have found myself caught in

embracing the version that I thought was weak
I see the potential within me with every second, my goodness, that boy hasn't peaked

Never discuss it, I'm

armpit
Now who the nitwit wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep your distance,

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

That's why you keep coming back, nigga
In the gym, now her ass bigger
Put in work till my cash bigger
100 mill in my stash, nigga
Cause I'm manifesting

First things first fuck every single one of ya
Richer by the second c'mon throw that dirty money up
The world is cooking sunny up
Neighbors waving a gun

I'm coming home I'm coming home
Daddy
I love you daddy
I miss you daddy
Tobacco and leather baby
Come home
Come home
Damn— it's 1am and I'm writing

on the D Low 
I'm tryna get signed for real tho 

Slide on ya block wit 100 shots
Masked up 
And I'm dripping in vlone 

Takin ya shit like a repo 
I know

But it wasn't raining, she expecting a baby
If you don't get it it's gon register by end of may
Or maybe end of April
The world gone need some

keep talking and shoot at the same time
All this talking and you don't even notice the landmines
It's just me and you left and we're shooting at five

Shit on You [A Cappella]

D12

Shit on You [US CD]

2000

from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in

mask, so you know who killed
260 dash, while she in the cab, no we ain't just chill
Some hundred thousand, Vvs neck & wrist, glitter how it sit
She steady

truth, it's the ruthless retard
Crying like a baby in a car seat
Three hundred degrees heat, parked, out on street
Windows up, and the keys gone
Peep how I

I can live and be invincible 
I can live and be invincible 
Yeah
It's cL99 nigga
We going worldwide with this one 
Come on baby I know you gone feel

Artist: Sycosis
Album: Find Me When You Wake Up
Song: Sittin Pretty
Written By: Erik Roberts, Kode Knazze
Produced by: Kace The Producer
Recorded:

swimming better than dolphins
Tat on my arm say 4.20
I'm bout to go in so stay with me
If niggas don't keep it 100 ima double that
That's four fifties