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Tukipatana kwa izi streets
Si lazima unigotee by the way
Act as if unijui sikutambui
Nakumbuka kila msee alinitoka
Modern day slavery
Nawork for free
Will

stick around for the cake
This a marathon keep steady with the pace
You may be ahead now but life can change up in a second
You could be on the gas

I got my Kaw Dam ice chest
It's filled with Kaw Dam beer
I ain't been Kaw Dam fishing
In almost a Kaw Dam year
If ya wanna go Kaw Dam fishing
Then

just making sure that you
Understand
That together we're in this
Promised land

So lets fight society
Back to back
We can beat anxiety
Heart attack

They

close by cuz ya bitch what I'm peepin
A bastard wit the package keep myself on fleek and
Gotta talk my shit in while a nigga still breathin
Corleone flow

a charlatan
They dread me
Like Bob Marley barber did
I like to get brain
Like a Harvard kid (ay)
How many fucks you think I give?
Multiply dat shit by zero
I’m

You’re A Big Girl Now
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

Our conversation was short and sweet
It nearly swept me off-a my feet
And I’m back in the rain, oh, oh

I pause it I play it back then I restart it
I just saw an angels face up in the darkness
Devilish grin and I swear it was the largest
Cant settle for

found 
In my bed sheets now 
And I know that this is make or break it 
And I see something that's mine for taking 
Used to wonder why my world was quaking

Bitch Im so cold Gangsta ya hear me
The trillest the realest My music ya feel it
In the boot and the Lonestar my Aura the biggest
I did it I live it

to the limit 100k miles
Never be that nigga when your back against the wall
Sponge Bob soft crying till the paint dry
We was made for the chase
Ran with

and breathed on me 
So I grabbed him by the neck and spit in his face and said 

I'm gonna do something really bad to ya 
And I'm really quite sure you won't

I sit back mesmerized by this instrumental,
Hear the words of Nipsey, I'm typsy, sentimental
If this offends you, it's totally accidental
Enjoy

Sinna 

Fast Nation Music 
One phone call, if it necessary 
me wake up, never in the cemetery. 
Ready Now

Just a sinner wid a prayer, dreams inna me

question, the methodology,
Mathematical,
Or scientifically,
Especially,
When I drop them tunes the sound boy them heard,
Back in high school I was never

out anytime
Rain, Snow, or Sleet
Got a bitch with a blonde bob kill you in your sleep
Holes in yo ass like you Spongebob
Bouta bark around this bitch

I was drinking PBRs
With some buddies at the bar
Late on a Friday night
We was hunting bluebirds
In our pearl-snap shirts
Feeding money

sense, and dass why I got dollas
I was told the rules, I'm old school
Like my pop fatha

I was showed da moves
Schooled by the olda dudes

How to show

wit a steamer in it

We swing the mop

Like a cleaning business 

Broke niggas gotta spending limit

U trust that bitch

We threw dick up in it 

this is the life we chose
Bro told me that he got me, he don't leave without the sticky
Hella young but in my city, they call me the   OG
Ice cold,

used that shit to keep my mind straight
Streetlights would come on and I'd get yelled at by my padre
Tell me I should come in if it's dark if that's what

And you say trust me and just your word works
I would've gone anywhere With you by my side
I would throw it all away Just to have you one more night
I can't

and gentlemen
Bob ross flow
With a little extra melanin
Drive by slow with the speakers
And you can tell a friend
Chi-ca-going to Kansas City
I'm here again

Tote straps on my back
I don't rest
Cause nikkas love trying death and end up dead
Demons in the corner of my room
Bob their head to the tracks