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fucking goes the probe
All these rookies but Cunningham is the pro
Alright let me slow it down
Gonna make it big when I get out the town
Going 0-16 just

Don't know what I'm lacking can it get much worse than this
Went from fam to famine,
Just as dry as the dirt is stiff
Clout was water to the ashy handed

a Krogan
Gettin so much money it's
Funny like I'm Rogan

I'm Sinister wave hi to me bitch
This my minister that no limiter glitch

I'm god more do you want

a Krogan
Gettin so much money it's
Funny like I'm Rogan

I'm Sinister wave hi to me bitch
This my minister that no limiter glitch

I'm god more do you want

copped a coupe black shoes no roof with it, JFK shooters, if they get caught they tell em you did it, goofy ass nigha, all I hang with is Grown Folk, slow

us Nana
But I pray that you don't ever forget how much we love you
'Cause every day that goes by without you here is a reminder
Of the way that you

when all of this is gone what are we going to do?
When all of it is done is this over too?
Swear i could stay high when i'm close to you,
If i stay up

It's like it was bound to happen
And this shit was always written
I was fucked up in my head
Had them drugs up in my system
I was way too high

This is my love song written for my hero
Heaven sent directly to me, a special delivery into arms to hold
My eyes behold the one and only one who's

places
But I will die by myself right here 'fore
You ever take this shit from me

This changes the whole direction
Arranges my soul is pressing
Got your

now I think is this universe for me?
They say it opens up doors, so I went to the doors
But I guess that they never gave me the keys
Wanna be liked by

and the destruction is the barrel of the gun I’ll make you niggas fear it, 
Imma make you niggas feel every lyric, beat in a hearse the producer is tearing , 
I make it

it
This is How I'm feeling
in this story I written
And I know he got it in em
And The shoes do fit em
Eat it like a venom
And No less for what I would

written and composed by Natalia Druyts Greg Fitzgerald

I'm standing here in front of all
Thousands of people
But, oh, it's just me and you
I really

the cold and close to the fire place
I ain't tryna die average I'm tryna retire great
The truth is everything that I'm thinking it's higher grade
I inspire

When you locked behind them bars
Bruh who gon hold you down
Shit they was all there
When you had it by the pound
Bunch of yes man in ya face
They got

cats askin', where does he get his music
We don't understand it, that's understandable, you live by the world's standards
Passin' the blunt, chokin'

what?
Something by Wu Tang
Or maybe Ice-Cube "It Was a Good Day"
This is all I gotta say, yeah
You know the deal
Yeah, you know the deal, how I feel
I

That motherfucker heaven sent
I put the stick in the back by yo relatives
On god when i see you
You wouldn't wanna be you
We gon shoot yo regal
Hop out

prove it
Y'all know my time is now, like i'm from Massachusetts
Shouts to John Cena, but Tilly looking cleaner
Double cups and blunts inside the 7 series

You see
The world bends to my desire
A whisper here
A rumor there
Then everything's on fire
And this is how it's been since man first felt desire

in this motherfucker
Wait, my zone that is, had to heighten my senses
My music travelling, it's risin', it pivot
Kurupt said don't give a fuck about

who defy that ground?
It's troubling who been mumbling, whispering in the defeat
It's millions of people dying and never knowing the key
The world is

so oblivious
Privilege written on your face, it's hideous
The way you talk to me is like I'm worth less than a penny is
So next time you decide to talk