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of spades up on everythang 8ths to the face
And I'm smoking on purple rain
Flown I'm past fly smell my cologne when i walk by grab my coat and hold on
Cause

the orange boy
I wanna put my knee on his neck for George Floyd
For all the families
Directly affected by police brutality
Trust this, justice is coming!

the loves felt all across the country
Only god can judge em
Yeah Only he without sin can tell me if the means will
Justify the ends
Yeah
But You can't teach

I keep hearing it's just a matter of time 
Losing my mind, woah 
Part of me might never come back 
Trapped by all o these ghosts I left here in

me away
High as hell wonderin' where it took me today
And she might get the dick ain't
No pussy in my face
You a bitch I could tell by
The look on your

Bad Girl [Remix; RMX]

Black Buddafly

The Best of Listen Vision, Vol. 2

2007

missin' Like the kids on the carton of milk 
Hey, I can snatch something bad outta the hood 
And bring 'em back to the pad out by the woods 
You know

Crack Baby

Devlin

The Devil In

2017

keeping busy getting by
Well if you listen closely you can hear them cry
It's just my city's lullaby

He's the man now, stand down
He's shotting up

check clear, okay
leave, tell em all thanks
baking a tall cake, I’mma need me a war safe
mention got 4 gates, 3 pools and a small lake
quick to get it

ain't the truest
Been doing this since my days in the U.S
Now I do shows all the baes be like you just
So nice with words
And your baritone it works
Boy

under my eyes
All them lies you telling boy, they caught me by surprise
We sould be laughing
Two as we talking
I'm back in it
Pile up some money, we

way back when I was a twerp
Now I'm havin' my own motion, I get to it, make it twerk
Dope be movin' through the 'burbs, know them white boys love

wa

Jump go yeah

Yeah you know who I'm with
If i'm ever outside I'm on my shit
I got real ass steppers
If I tell them boys go yeah
I bet they don't

I'm moving out of the crib to a planet that I call my own
Home of the stoner Xan, smoking by the gram
He ain't picking up his phone, no
Why the hell are

Thousands of krill fit in a single bucket
People tell you whales are real tell 'em
Frankly, I disagree

Shamu, who are you
You are a fake
Here's our

Thriving through the pressures
New lighters on the dressers
I got it and they want it
Time is all that I can tell em
Stay on note and pray you haters get

Get 'em some clear eyes
(Right now!)
All of my bitches bad (Bad bad)
White boys scream "Oh damn they rad" (Rad)
How he cop everything you pick up but

a pair of…
16 Compeeting with men and im better than them On the low -low
Tell them boy to take a chill, it's alright man
Cah if I was them I'd b jealous

grow in fear
As a far as I can tell 

I took my boy to a fishin' hole
And I showed him how to cast
And I told him how to use that thumb
To cut down

need your reaction to it
Yeah, ok, I know this wasn't the plan
But what am I supposed to do
You tell me I'm losing my focus
You tell me I'm way too

it but I lost myself in
Stupid, dumb shit
Then I had a conversation last week with a friend so I thought about it more and I Reversed my
Decision
You

Diamonds on my neck, hundred thousand degrees, yeah
Hanging with my niggas
Smoking gas in them trees, yeah
Fold that nigga up, lay him down by the sea, yeah

In little bit of time
It will tell

Who the fake
Who the real

Is you down
Is you still

I don't got
I don't got

Ain't no slime
By my side

Found my

tell em don’t you worry bout that

If he knew what was up he couldn’t handle the facts
Now I’m sippin sittin back, and I’m burnin on gas

I’m making

coin toss
Price on your life, I go hard, by all cost
Came from the bottom, found my way to the top
Crop them lames out the frame, I just call that