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'96 Bulls

Nick Grant

Dreamin' Out Loud

2018

Spanish bride
I love her I fantasize I'm just staying alive
Food for the soul, stuck with a can of pride
You niggas can't see me, fuck it I'm camera shy

to the sky
Nobody ever really dies
For real, respect Pharrell, Star Trek enterprise
I'mma proud nerd still
Testing me is ill-advised
No Scantron sheet
Master

his real name
And so it's time for telling Kip
That Joe is through with the game
Then I'll make Josephine proud
By finally taking the blame
Then

Up until now, my latest attempt to further my career and kill my past lovers
My life was like loving a truck driver
Waiting for calls while he's

pick you up

Little niggas saying crime pays
10 mil for my dying days
20 mil for my dying days
Purple flowers for my Zion days
Pour some liquor on my

like holding hands
Rose pedals in the seat
Throw it back for a G
Throw that ass on the D
Me I’m ready like Barry B
Beat the pussy by the sea
Look, That’s

days
I steered by the stars
Aimed for the moon
Wound up in the bars
There was a room
I papered with prayers
Scattered with flowers
While somebody else

job, black eye peas ain't working it
Scratches on my forearms, bruises on my chest
By then a few knew, they all told me to confess
Driving

as i drop
the flowers on the casket 
as i pass it by and wonders why 
and tell how many more homies got to die 
before they realize that life is quicker

fruity, super juicy, pussy sweet like Tang
I'm a bang for my brothers only
My Ola's so NY, high-tech Sony

Fuck flowers, bullet showers for my dead homies

Stay Off The Fuckin' Flowers

BlakRoc

Blakroc

2009

the streets, they rebels
Bubble for muthafucking money, with bitches rocking stilettos
So when the drought hit, they on they shit
The sheeps come out, loving

My Homeboys Chevy

Mac Dre

A Tale of Two Andres

2008

I?m on a block sacked up,
Got twomps of kill,
Gurpin' in my 74 Bonneville,
No time to chill,
I?m a grind for real.
What you want?
What you need?

chilling alone
All by myself in this cold, dark hole
Can't relax, just sit back
Looking for light, but this world is black

Nobody cares, I just don't know

Asses by Bukowski and i am laughing for three weeks straight
Someone asked Debussy how he composes
He said
I take all the sounds that exists leave out

Add it up
Pile it on
Double back
It's Not enough
Im at the trap
Still bagging up
Roll the Dutch
For fallen ones
It trip me up
The road been rough

only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle
So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle
I still get thru it when the road is

Mornors in the lobby and they all there
Surrounded by the flowers and they all sad
Consumed by the stench that's embedded in the fabric
Embedded in their

Welcome to the life of the don 

Celebrating life everyday like its my prom

Welcome cheers to the little rich black boy 

Just sip on the champagne

aligned, manifested inside my mind. You're stuck in time while I can groove and use it to become Devine. 

I am the flow, the flower, I blossom and reach

a
star. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has
no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock; but of
wisdom,

love
With the flower the power the pow of the powder like all of the above
Never get me enough
N I'll never get it by
Smokin weed while surfin

drained into the sea
My love burned for you like it was a flower
My heart yearned for you every sixty minutes
Why'd you have to do me like that
All the time

bout present day
But I'm a recluse, so I'll keep it all to myself
Plus I know that you don't give a fuck any

cy
Wearing flowers in my hair, unicorn

Seen the real get passed off for the fake
So fake it til you make it gonna be great
Skinny nigga watch me hold all the weight
Sturdy so you know I