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times 
Got old stains 

My support, dropped your boy
Had to use his own brain 
Missing hella nutrients 
I went against the whole grain 

I can't help you

I’m kicking rocks by the shore
And picking flowers of your favorite four
I’ll wax em on to letters and send ‘em out to your door
What has life got us

Yeah
Hey

Me to the truck, truck to the road
Down the road to the party, yeah, here we go
Stop by your house, honey, slide on in
Come on y'all,

voice will be parasite
My boys right here by my side
My girl she will be my bride
We're just enjoying life
And the way that I write
These words sound so

She know I'm down ride

Shorty Pretty inside  

I keep her by my side 

She look at me for all the vibes 

2nd verse 

Hoes hit me but I leave them

on the go go getting this dough doe I got coco by the boat load you bogo for the low low stay on your toes for them hobos riding stolos after your dough keep

fall for a bitch's looks, I could never boy my person is the pinnacle
I'm cynical and still I see the hope inside their eyes
That's the visual I'm

box
Mr. Harris where the gun? lip locked
Yeah I got it locked down like a pill top
I been running to the money on the hilltop
You dont get it boy I

Tongue-tied cigarette breath
Who you gonna run to when you've got nothing
And if you want me tell me now
Cause boy I'm getting tired of screaming

Smokin' and writin' by myself, these my therapy sessions
No cap, but I don't need to charge. I do my best to live large

I'ma show you how to work it, you

the most here
I was leaning on niggas thought we had room to grow
Scared of falling from 10,000 feet into the ocean
Why you keep bringing up old shit
People

to cover the shit
By that time though, I really gave up on it
And so I walked away, nothing else left to say
I let the garden die, nice try, but some other

and Slick Rick
With the gold on me Lodidodi
Playing old school hip hop
But that keltec that's the new shotty
Shooters pull up on two Ducati's
Buck the boy for

with a board, on the sidewalk
Sunscreen on, the harsh sun provokes, the blackman some more. 
Another one is poured by more shells and more. 
Community is

My first show? Boy i mean, yeah
Every rapper remembers his first show
I mean, every artist,  full stop, no lie
That's su'in you never forget
And me,

it's on, your ass better mean it
Cause when I turn bad boy
I'm coming straight outta Queensbridge

Poet is his name

And my thuns come
Straight outta

Jones.
The economy could crash tonight
And yo’ whole life savin’s  couldn’t save yo’ life!

Verse 2:
See I’m a city boy, all the way urban
But ain’t goin’

watch us 
Thats just how the kids grow up


Young fire old flame really change shit for me 
Had to burn bridges it was dangerous for me 
All that heat in

[verse 1]
What do you know about having somewhere to go but nowhere to go deep down
I'm 18 years old, still nowhere to live, no I'm not no slag but

I can do is try for you,” said some old playwright
It happened once on a Revelstoke Saturday night

Caught by the moon in a dancer's embrace
You

Bring him home.
He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
cnd I am old
cnd

poppin
It was so hot 
Such a long walk
Man real talk
I was going 
I was going insane
Then we went up to rec
To win some respect 
By playing ball 
That's

16 years old I'm on my way to you
I bought the cigarettes you asked me to
And spring is in the air I'm running up the stairs
We got the house for

in my eruption
Givin' a concussion
Like Will Smith that boy been buzzin'
Gotta pick him up like his name was Muzzin'
I been out to the T-dot O
But I'm