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night
All night, all night
All night, all night

I-I've been chillin'
With the gang
Now they gone I'm by myself
Thinking bout you girl
You know sometimes

Deja Vu, she be in my dreams like its me 'n you
And I thought that I needed you, but I'm better off all by myself
'Cause I'm on the road, makin' all this

And anything a n***a offer I could do it by myself
Money is the motivation, I don’t need anything else
I mean I, got my family, check
Got my health, check
Only

cheaper
Y'all created a Monster that was coated in Cheetos
And wrapped the flag around a double deep fried burrito
Rest stop coffee can't stop being up late

best friend
When you owe man bucks
And if you feel clout in the air
Just take a deep look, man, it's probably us
Man stepped in clean with his squad
Now

on your call even if you call it quits.

No alcohol, you've seen that road, 
cnd it never ends.

But now you're drinking with your friends and the end is

My thought patterns are composed by a time-bomb for an author 
Like pigs to the slaughter
A symphony of self doubt sings out
Breath starts getting

Call it drill music what they drilling is a place 
A place with no space a cell or a grave
Everybody aint living when everybody's now killing
Spend

Amen, amen, amen but when the lights go out
Call on your father figure
Pray that God can save you
From the Death Eaters amen, amen, amen
No face all

ass way of living and acting a fool
Every day on the streets, now the day went by

I didn't think about anything but getting high
It was a hard life

So
I had an epiphany when I was about to write this song, I was like
Y'know what Jay? Jay you kinda nice bruh
By God's grace of course, yeah
In fact

it's a melody
Just young nigga out breaking stuff I guess you can call me a felony

And it's li' dre on the mic yea you know dat he going wild yea

and the street
Shut shit down in the mall, word to Drizzy
Elite, elite, elite
Pac and K.Dot and J.Cole elite
Oh how funny it seems, but by keeping our dreams

Judgement Night

Biohazard

Judgment Night

1994

wild
Run it by, bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop Cesar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin' grain in your brain, like a tweezer

Guwop
Pour four ounces in my soda
Turn it to a new pop

I don’t need a entourage
I’ll slide by myself
Pink AR hit a nigga in the neck or the chest
I just

the cynicism, is a mechanism, for the winning system

and the drive to win is missin in em, so forget em winning

The mysticism is defined by what you'd risk

little star
Fucking bitches never mine
But am looking sad
Because they will never compromised
But am taking all the pain
By the way it's one mans aim
Being

why it had to be them
For 60 years they calamity felt
Has been dealt
By A government who's savagery 
Can be most candidly described
As ravaging death

Therefore, in one day her plagues will overtake her: death, mourning, and famine
She will be consumed by fire, for mighty is the Lord God who judges

it freaks me out-

(I say, "Boy, I'm not a stalker
But I watch you when you're walking")
There's eyes up in my closet
Hands deep in my pockets
(I

throat in a choke hold
Swim deep in waters where the sharks bite
Oscars smile ladies want a photo
Before I hit any show we get blazed up
Got that Cali bud

within
Your spirit my anthem, through thick and thin
Your voice the call that breaks my fall
A melody in the madness, you're my fortress, my all

My

not slack
I been fed up with the crumbs, I'm a pro now
And plus I function by myself
Just like a pronoun

Limitless
They can't stomach how I'm pinnin'

busy day 

I've been talking to your plants,
and your sketches on the wall
Mimicking the messages
that your friends leave when they call 

I'm all up in