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before you take a nap, I load my 9' before I sleep, lookin for freedom,nigga I gotta find peace, she told me to slow down but I love my life in highspeed

in people, and you know I will do

I still wanna live here
I still wanna breath here
Chains are getting thinner
I will miss it

Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near
Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near
Smoke at the night show, gravity zero I

I'm gonna write some bubble-gum fluff 
That's gonna stain your heart
I'm gonna learn to mock things 
Like love that is never true
And instincts that

with serving fiends you tryna get high or by nikka got whatever you need

Counting Green Smoking Purple
Blues Stuffed all in my purples

I went D1 in

single parents that's young
Mama's not holding her tongue
It’s a shame but even through
All of your pain
I hope you teach your child how to love
I’m loving

of walk, father stick, similar to pop
This time ain't hit it with the mix, but do love when the jollies drop
Only put one or two flakes, don't wanna sip, no

around I bet I'll fuck one of em
Don't act stupid you know what I'm here to do dumb fuck
I need a bad bitch with a booty like a dump truck
Calm it down you

thought I loved you but you taught me to ghost 
Cuz' what the fuck is love if you need it the most
Something that's missing when you hold it so close

something down the road
We put love to that bitch, we moving real slow
We ain't doing drive-bys, so we hop out on that ho oh

There we go, I see the op

of sitting around, tired of wasting all this time
This is for the people that're never coming back
And to everyone who's loved and never got love back
When you

A hundred mill just for rhymes, niggas doubt it, I got mines
Clear my mind when I'm on Hines, by myself I be fine
Niggas waiting, I can see, God control

I can't say I'm impressed/Mediocre is dead to me, you speakin up or suspect/Church/

I'm killing you homes, by stripping your bones/Try cashing

the attic
I deserve a Patek, bust down, a bad bitch
Cookies be sweet, but you know she a ratchet
Brain if she smart, but don't make me go crash shit
I wanna

The Marlboro blows, I blow the smoke through my nose
You reap what you sow, and Lord I know
I took route 87 upstate New York
I'm feelin like I sinned, so I must

son Lil Jay gon pour it up man)
If we catch you lacking yellow tapping the scene
My gun is my bitch yeah and she love to sing
She'll do what I say

Don't try to play me or you'd better play bingo
Or Monopoly, by Milton Bradley
I had to school another brother, but had he
Only took a second, and checked

talkin
Do it for the team
Gotta sacrifice some shit
I'm doing it for the dream
Tryna strengthen up my grip
Get it by any means
Fuck my enemies
They can't

to my hideout
Whatever you please, girl

One night
Not enough for me
Too many bite my style 
Three girls, yeah tame and pretty 
Four homies by my side

Well no one ever said it'd be painless
I'm just tryna push that gap that they can't bridge
Driven by ambition while they lane switch
Til' the whole

handsome, eligible bachelor
10 years in it, finally got my masters
Was never certified by Actra, I'm not an actor
You rappers with funding from Factor still

'm thuggin lil' bitch keep bugging me like like hair and lice (Bish)
But I ain't finna do shit tennis shoe pimp, in a pair of Nikes
Beware if you scared

Øriginals)

Everybody love me like my fuckin name is Spydee

It feel like a movie wrote by Michael Bay and Spike Lee

But know if i do it that im finna do it

wrongs?
Or do you care about our government & our precious economy being strong?
While the homeless must vacate their homes for the latest in condo living