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do what you niggas say
It's principalities money and emotions
Don't play
Thats daily affirmations
That I say and live by day
Cause it's a fuckin race

It's mad, it's sad to see, and the first world lives in a fantasy
That
Everything's okay when it's really not
Said my piece but I'm not at peace cause

pile up like mashed potato snow around my door.
They say that fear's a man's best friend and every day it seems that I have more.
Well, I'm going

shit
Two blonde hoes, three black hoes
Twisting that dro
Know you want 'mo, see yourself float
Rock rose gold, dirt on my clothes
Trife life hoe, smoke

you why you acting
Hood baby gotta keep a tool
Where I'm from no lacking in my city gotta make a move
K.o.d and all my bruddas with it and they hate

Running through the street, I don't own this life
Can't be your night light
Black is the colour of my true love's face (hey!)
Who you tryna race?

All they do is talk but what can they say now
Don't gamble with your life if there ain't no payout, you might just
Break down, But you're not who I am
I

white hump
The sum of all the general rage and hate
Felt by his whole race from Adam down
And then, as if his chest had been a mortar
He burst his hot

From your perfect life with my own mistakes
If I'm gonna be left behind
Don't forget to drop a line
You got so close to what you want to do
I cheer you

controlled by whores

quitter the world alone behind the doors 

trustin' amigo and defeat the ego , the bad and the evil are facin' my fame 

the grave

gets cold
Blend in with the madness, love and the hate
I just try live my life to be one of the greats
You wanna fly or either fail but you never give up

From across the room, my eyes lock on you, I wanna dance with you
Mike Pence
As the music slows, we draw close, toe to toe
I take your hand by your

Most of these niggas have they views from the outside nigga u come over here you wont hate
Woke up at 5 am i do it alot by noon i done had a long day

This is Baba Brinkman
Recording live from Long Island, New York
cnd this record is called "Rapsode"

Want you to check the method people
Of what you

shes a liar
All my bitches got they own drugs
Got a man and they in love
Still speed home from the club
Hit my phone to get dug out
Tell me what the fuck

27 couple months and I'm still stuck in my ways
Out my mama house but I'm still stuck in this cage
Dark skin from Africa still feeling like Drake

My drugs come from a boat
My plug live in sitka
Pull a knife and slit my throat
Shes licking all my liqour 
Shawty do not fuck with me
Fuck you I

own
I'm ripping and running and flipping around just to get me some more
Cryin' I'm really out down with a frown cuz my savings is gone
I heard Mickey

open arms 
Never left me grieving on my own 
Cobra on my side 
Pray I never use it 
Pray I grow old
Live forever young 
Pray for bros too 
Yea they need

always be
As I always be your own dad
Sometimes you call me 'taťulda' (daddy in Czech)
Our love has no 'best by' date

Even though fitting on my palm
I

It kills my heart they ain't the only one maddened
Different souls intertwined in an intermittent fashion
Crash landed in their life, intruded them

a granddaughter, still single, can't say she's surprised
Eats sardines by the can and berries from a vine
Be careful with the truth, girl, but don't you ever lie

Said I'm just getting some air
I'll be little while
He climbed up the chimney
I heard a thud on the floor
Ran outside to find Santa
Lying dead at my door

And lemme tell you again, I don't need a homie
Live my life alone, 'cause lonely is the only
Rather eat by myself than dine with bologna
I'm a B-I-T-C-H,