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it's that peak
Then it's back to the back streets
Where the cats meet heroin and crack fiends
That keen that I could give a one of
Each in return for

this party
say I won't walk up in the room with my chain the largest
say I won't smoke yo ass i ain't talkin bob marly
say I won't step on jays just

got it made
Over masters we just mastered the field watch how we slave (Watch)
Caught up in life’s web see I’m gettin’ tangled
Laughin’ followed by

by seeing memories fly
Thought this would last forever
Only echoes in my brain

Waiting for the days to pass
Trapped inside a narrow box
Begging time

deposit often
Do it alone like Macaulay Culkin
I know it's crazy just by how she walkin
She know I'm jiggy cuz of how I'm talkin
If I get her back to my

thinkin different maybe another place another time
By den you'll dead that situation and I come alive
They say whats left in da dark always come back

can't provide yeah yeah yeah

I been in the slow lane but now I'm about to shift
And by the way I heard you been talking up all that shit 
That'll come

fuck with Prada 
I'm a young nigga, rest in piece to Jayo Sama 
Pull out the fuckin beam, extendo with the llama 
I got anxiety, can't sleep without

War
And on their return home they were shunned by Australia and its government
It took fifteen years, and in 1987 Prime Minister Bob Hawke turned

bet not step on these shoes
I fuck my bitches in groups
Handle my business then scoot
Ew if they saying I did it than nigga its true
We aint playing by

at Providence
Who confidence is on Mariano in Ferragamo trim
And push the 6 like the guy court-side by Toronto bench
Renounce the old me and haven't used mellamo

Shit just bang like a shot from a Glock 9
Rip now I'm throwing up the peace sign
Pull through the the lot in a dark red Nissan 
Stick to the code

she gone ride by my side
Pick her up in the ride just off work in the ride
Got some work in the ride her song on she twerk in ride
I dip off the highway

you see me
These feelings
Won't leave me be

Maybe we'll get by
Alright

I overthink our bond
Every night

And I could find comfort in how
We can never

I feel like I might make it out
OG's got gold teeth all up in their mouth
Mike Tyson in here ain't no dare tapping out
Bib bidi-Bob bidi-Boo I just

sorry
Smoking on some reefer that's rolled in the Bob Marley
It's always been in style
This lit bitch been rocking Ed Hardy

I like who I'm becoming
Fly

your boo
Not a worry
In my heart
Fear no man
Hunt when it's dark
Hollows pierce
Bucks tear apart
Nigga dont duck
Face this dart
To the nose
Just like

nie wieder, nie wieder
Gotta stop dreaming in class
She massaging my **** while the G-Wagon seats are massaging my back (What)
Slowly but surely my

you er & leave you, Matilda
Ima bob n weave this bitch you know I ain't no builder
Bitch got a fatty sent the addy so I drilled ha
Chief in this bitch

By the way these niggas mad cause I got money now
Don't think cause I got cash, I'll pull up with a hundred rounds
Like we in the woods a lot of opps

my body is a giant robotic surgery kit, waiting to be picked at by doctors in their lab coats
Crowds are the machine, but we can do without them...

Supreme pon this aye
Listen I gave up my life just to stack up the funds
Severing ties cutting the fun it came second to none
Blood in my eyes like

the boat 
With the furriest coat 
From the end of the row 
Bitch I’m back in my bag 
If your looking for smoke 

Yeah bitch,
Yeah I’m sorry,
Yeah I mean it,

in the corps
I'm mentally fighting a war

Yeah, I'm mentally fighting a war 'cause I smoke too much gas and I feel like I'm Bob Marley
I sent shots, I