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this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so

I remember when we were just kids 
Sleeping by the fireplace making our wish 
To see santa clause slide down the chimney 
To bring us our gifts

can we pay back
I got ambiton as a rider, but shit, damn
I don't even know where to park, uh
The grieving inside, the smiling outside, yeah
There's more

can get me in some trouble yet still
I'll go for the kill yeah, y'all know the deal, bruh
From the skis where I grew up on the west side
I got paranoia,

the light.

Verse 1
This is fly or fall….The lie is we got some options/
But dying is all we got stacking problem on top of problem/
Who am I to solve? Cocaine

a piece of shit
I'm high as hell off shrooms
I'm in the same place where Jesus went
Money on your head
Bout the same amount to pay three people rent Don't

'all don't even pop
Y'all don't even pop, nah
And I know there's some days where you wake up saying y'all miss ya pops
That's probably everyday
But he wants

to look down from the sky around it
Blow kisses at my enemies like told y'all make y'all cry about it nigga
A man who play the villian in his spirit can't

who stayed by my side even when I fell off
The one whose name I hold high regardless of what it costs
Man this ain't lip service
The way I write these

Verse 1
I don't know where to start/been torn apart/yet built at heart/I truly miss them as I reminisce this/God I plead and believe/there's

one who gratuated in my fucking habitat I’ll be nice to meet you when I meet you now I can also die welcome home can you feel my bone it’s breaking into

n****s that have changed for dollars
Untrue to they self but yet still cats are claiming they scholars  
But who am I to judge 
I'm just a n***a absent

that you love me
They told me love was beautiful
So why I feel so ugly when I introspect
Memories I recollect are tainted
By the jaded frame of mind I

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

where I come from, it was sirens
Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?
44 Shoot, they screamin', "Who's that guy?"
Jesus, his face,

Wide awake living with profits like Jesus 
Yeshua in my heart and Uh 
Ima need y'all to stop with all of the 
Claiming of deities increases frequently

a big on the phone and watch it come on live
Where her mind at Why her heart in it
She can't see me with nobody like our cars tinted
Took that twenty-band

In his mind he's not progressing, in his mind where them thoughts directed
Pray to God for the Jesus Pieces, need a whip to ease the grieving
Not

like the crud
Believe in the one who was sent from above
Then you become a son or you face him as a judge.
I got muddy water in my city
Its where I

the bedsheets for clothes
I make philosophy complicated from
The very onset
Trying to find the Universals
It's the problem of concepts
We want virtue, but where

live where Bigfoot does
That's why I go beast mode
And they ain't gonna catch me
Camera man too slow to be redneck'r than me
There ain't no loophole

in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers

see are these bands
You'll all try to ride in my Benz 
I'm bout to lose all of my friends
But trust me I will not forget
My brothers who stayed by my

The demons the steaming who heating inside
Finna go weaken them heathens till tired
Bible say the lord within you gotta find out where he hides
Tryna grind

Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy

Who smokes three and a half packs a day

"Sorry officer, I didn't see him, I was too busy smoking!"