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dirty, don't care bout nothing you saying bruh
No (Oh Oh)
I just hope they understand
Fighting depression, keep a swisher in my hand
That ain't my brother

"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up

When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

Hey brother listen
This ain't your typical gossip or blowin' whistles
I'm talkin bout the good habits 
Super essential
So what you blabbin' about

in my tears
I don't want to cry no more
I done tried everything
Hold up I don't want to try no more
I'ma give it one more shot
If you want a encore

friends
At the end of the day I'm just worried bout some bands
I remember I struggling I couldn't make ends
Niggas ain't wanna fuck wit me I couldn't make

got brothers in the cage and grave my heart leaking slow they talked

Behind my back I crossed em out some how I'm tweaking tho if ain't about no pape

back to London
(Uh huh, uh huh)
Don't get in all that bogus shit
'cause I know they just frontin'
(yeah, yeah) no that ain't my brother
Smoke his ass

Smoke good weed and we vibe out
Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any

Celebrate

Talib Kweli

Celebrate

2012

and just elevate
'Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right, ready for war
Workin' hard today for a better tomorrow

Hey, yeah,

finally got them bands now
Back to the studio I got work to put in ,
I don't cut no corners, ima always tie the loose ends
I'm tryna stay away from pills, I

back door
You can't trust another nigga
I gotta leave it ain't no love here
And where I'm from man love kills
My eyes get red when I cry , I call it

1 Million Bottlebags

Public Enemy

Apocalypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Black

1991

What it is is bullshit Colt
45 another gun to the brain
Who's sellin' us pain
In the hood another up to no good
Plan that's designed by the other man

way and do not f**k with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Grinding hard just trying to see my brother free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't need no company

a minivan

So what it is, or what it isn't
Makes no cents if it ain't business
Ain't my brother, aww well
Let's not pretend then

You need to know my demons,

a deal, about 60 mil'
You ain't lived that life, you perpetrate
You wasn't really trappin'
Servin' birds of yay
You ain't have to beat no murder case
Man,

gone like me
Pass by deez hoes and keep flashing like lightning
I’m straight out the H so that hype don't excite me
Look, I ain't popping no xans I'm

She told me she my lover
But I don't love her baby I'm just tryna cuff her
Big bands baby I'm a money lover
Not the same ever since I lost my brother

to keep the peace
Aint no 45
But I keep a little piece
She be always by my side
She a little freak
Knows what I like
Thinking this was safe well this is

now?)
Gotta eat to survive (damn)
I ain't got no money, what am I gon' do cry? (What I 'posed to do cry?)
In these streets you will die (nah)
I got

shit
I lost my mind up in the mix with trying to find my sound
I aint got no diamonds on my wrist but I'm find without that shit
It count by time so it

I just want to go travel 

So one day uma buy me a plane 

I got my mind on mission 

No double 07 

But this ain’t no regular 
Thing 

I got my minds