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& out cast for his sake

Seeing as I’m writing you from prison being held by cuffs but god still good and that’ll  never change  andwitnessing my faith,

you really couldn't see
Hands up baby think I'm John Cena
You see me now when I'm selling out arenas
The flow is water like I live on a marina

Let's burn this motherfucker down

Could it be, paradise
Tú y yo girl, baby turn out the lights
Tonight by your side, make me feel so right
Tu onda,

depression comes
To defeat
And I cheat by
Evading the thoughts
That mascaraed
In the plot of my mind
That I retreated

I remember feeling at peace
With

THE WAY…..

IF THAT BITCH DON’T LET ME SCORE SHE GET PUNT AWAY….

SWERVING IN A 150 LIKE IM RUNNING LATE…

I GOT ICE ON RICK OWENS BUT THIS AINT RICKY LAKE…

your ass like perkies
She lookin' for a job, dick full time, come apply, come work me
Niggas don't want no beef with me, they'll smoke your ass like

his dad ima click on his son
And I like hide n seek so it's cool if he run
Niggas know ima shake up the room
I'm the man she gon give me the coon
Name

Ain't No Love

Big Syke

Presents: Kalifornias Most Wanted

2003

tomorrows so many hearts are hollow
Can't help 'em they'll put me down if I let 'em
I'm givin' fifty feet to the average friend or foe
And I'll kill you

in the mud, I'm trying to see some
Shit has been burning me like when Daryl spend too long in the sun

Am I not the one? Wesley been saying
Since

shit get ugly
So I ain't really with the bluffing
If I gotta chose me or you
It's you I'm bussing
She know I ain't with the trusting
Glock by the pillow

puesta para hacerte feliz

Baby ven y ponme
Esa camisa con olor a miel
Quiero que tu aroma emprenda en mi piel
Y dejo que me vuelvas a envolver

Porque

in jail, I'm an orphan
They want me in school, I wanna scam, I wanna score shit
Oakland nigga, I'ma do the race, Ricky Bobby
Boy, I need the sloppy,

known
And someone
Please pass me a damn microphone
Because I'm killing this rap shit
Time to pick out the casket
Flip off all these haters like I'm doing

the heights
Come on
Where you wanna go
Where you wanna fly
We could leave in June and be back by July
I know what you used to, but i'm not that guy
We gon shop

on me

I'ma ball till I fall, never taking no loss. Baby I'm a boss, I go get it at any cost
We hustling, what you mean? Pray for racks all in my jeans,

at the man huh
And fuck a chorus
You call me in the studio I'm probably gonna ignore it
I feel it then I write it, when I write it I record it
These rappers

any means
Still rep Queens, by any means
Martin Luther thoughts, smokin' Newports
Old English 40, fucking an English shorty
Elijah Muhammed heart, with

tart
Ima ride the dick
Drive it like a stolen car
Let me run it up
Grab me by
The fuckin waist
Look me in my eyes
Tell me how that shit taste
Ouu you

I'm in love with ur friend
Yeah the one with the big ole ass
You know I'm making the money
So when they go rob me u know Imma sell them
And I got no

Keep a nine on my side for protection
If you come at me wrong then I’m blasting
Pull up In a black ride
Give me high five on the black side
Stay with

splitting
Have to stay together
To be a better me, find self peace, and chase a dream
No junior Martin Luther King
These emotions are confusing things
I'll

obliged, she off the drugs
Give me slop in the drop top on the way up
Keep that pistol by my side
Who in my corner, got my back
On my grind, blunt, nose,

smiling over your case

truth be;
the come up wasn't smoothy
I ate the struggles and it grew me
Now I'm a five foot giant and I wear 43
(hommie, that's too

us
Want to hand me my beer
You were crazy good
Yeah

Which was inspired negatively, by a book
Who's going to come up next
Thanks to Shillelagh Tavern