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the proper permits young G
Listen up if you wanna last then you gotta peep game
Got to have a plan, can't be living fast
If you want the duffel bag with

Or sitting on someone's lap

Who let him into the city again?
Who let him out of his tomb?
How is He still here, how does he live?
How does he get in this

Years
Honestly
Fuck your crocodile tears
Honestly
We gotta bring back calling a spade , a spade
Fuck it

There'll be calculators by May,
Honestly
Fuck

Radical
Only way to live and this the way to die
Went bankrupt from sinning
Now I'm winning cause he paid the price
This ain't religion I'm truly building

here making money moves
You even like to spoil yo nigga too
These other women can't live up to it
Just so you know

They ain't got nothing on you (you)

feel the same
Goodbye

I guess we all live with regrets
Maybe not if we pause in caution with each step
As youngins we taught in this life, you get what

I've been walking down this road, a journey of my own All the ups and downs,
all the seeds I've sown
I've seen the darkest nights and the brightest

to die
It was part of the plan all of the time
your patience for us in our lives you long to always be by our side
And we get so frustrated when things

commas
Cause I don't live by the rules, and I know I got some problems
To even think about it one day ama be a father
Ama cut my dreadlocks just like all

plans
What you doing with your other hand?
Direct line to the Man
It's always watching you
But don't be worried, it sees me too
And every single day, it

its worst to wait
Fuck all of the politics with it 
cin't nothing to debate
Sometimes you gotta fuck up
In order to be great
Black, lives matter most

hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, Look, the cross was enough
I should've been saved by the blood, he told me trust In his love, I trusted enough
Now I'm gonna live

and my brother
We might night never speak again
Keep it up I got better plans
I ain't worried bout niggas
That I'm doing better than
Rookie but I'm

Told us we could cut 500 miles
He drew a map on a paper scrap 
Of a way through the Escalante
We hatched a plan for our caravan to pan gold by Christmas

you wanna score the questions how?
Never give up is old school but also true
Some day you gonna pray you make it too
Die like a giant and the day you

Saying words that I'll regret before they're spoken
Throwing coins into a slot that'll never win
Standing up to be sat down
Making plans to come

Trouble Child
Lyrics by Joni Mitchell

Up in a sterilized room

Where they let you be lazy

Knowing your attitude's all wrong

And you got to change

a king, I ain't gotta

I'm a king-priest, here to give God all the praise
cin't no think piece, I just live in uppercase
I heard many may,  I'm not mini

had to do the soldier dance, left foot, right foot
She made sure that she had told me plans
Gone for the day but, I'll be back by the night again
Told

clap clap
Then we go all in, burn some kush (Damn)
Knock her ass out, better than the last time
She got her tush whacked by a dude who
Knows how to move

Since around 1863
In America
De Black man has been free
But now we live
Life in mental slavery
Standing on street corners smoking weed
Stating how

everything I'm just one man
Relieve the stress when i puff puff pass
Ayo, knock me down and i'll just get up again
Decapitate a hundred motherfuckers just

or need
Caught up in the pursuit of our own happiness
Our hearts have been numbed by the cmerican dream

Get off that comfy pew
cnd pray for those they

Having convos with my mom I’m tryna be a better man



Shit gon pay off in the end if we keep sticking to the plan









My lil brodie jump out cars he