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People think they sick pulling up in a wraith
I'm on a horse call me Daryl Braithwaite
Or by another name you could call me JJ
I got seven shooters I could

the shotties
Lawyer so good paid a fine for a body
Heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore
Car service to the G4 Fila Velour
Piff rolled in the dutch

a cross from the money I made
I threw nickel bands of crack, I should've been in 12th grade
I ain't make my auntie's funeral, I ain't never forget it
I

(Ayo, Bands, what you cookin'?)

Cryptic messages, face card ain't good at all
They don't like him 'round the hood at all, he ain't understood

On the queen's road
On the corner
They're hanging out the funeral goods
I'm headed that way myself
Maybe I'll order myself a suit

No matter where

on that fuck-shit, it got me stacking my ammo 
If I don't see a Grammy by the time I'm twenty-three
I'm back to hitting licks at bandos, stashing, blitz his

gotta lay down
2 Glocks huh I keep my twins
I gotta draco by my safe yeah gotta gaurd my bands
Gotta tell these hoes just come stop playing yeah tell me

bitch
Finna get the tweakin
You ever see somebody rat right in front of you
You ever walk up to your pops at his funeral

Well, I have, and I'd be damned

Sing my song by another

Tribute
This is a not theft
Tribute
Well, maybe small
Tribute
Care about music
I'll pay it a good funeral

everything's everything
Beef nah shit ain't called beef no more
Niggas front for these groupie hoes bet she won't show to yo funeral
Sheesh yah
Money

Once upon a time
Love rained down out of melody and rhyme
But then one day, the band refused to play
No one to bang the drum
Harmony, overshadowed by

pallbearer at Ronnie's funeral.
Such is the duality of the southern thing.

Bear Bryant wore a cool lookin' red checkered hat and won football games,

I married the game and it ain’t no divorcing
I’m pushing the trackhawk with twelve-hundred horses
I’m still the same nigga that’s rocking air forces

mad horse power, talk to her for 'bout five miles per hour
Then I give her a lift
With the trust of my stickshift
With the trust of my stickshift
Or how

know How to persevere?
Thinking you're all big and Bad by wiping out the Aztecs
But the only way To defeat The Northern Race was to Shoot their horses
So

to land
But then I saw him with the girl who played lute
In our troubadour band

Boys are like horses they always smell fear
I never know how to unclench

Well looky here she call me baby I keep boogers in the face
Yellow daimonds in my mouth look like I drunk some lemonade
Put some horses in the engine

the Gospels is intelligence
Praised as a virtue

A lot of people forget or never realize that
I started my band as a criticism of
These very issues of despair

Constantly Hating

Birdman

Barter 6

2015

got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)
Them snakes on the plane, me and Cognac-conda (Condas)
I might piece him up and let my

Tell em' in advance
She can't help but glance
Money in my pants
Of course
Get it by will
I never gotta force
Can't do what I do
I always win at horse
I'm

watchin' yo mans
Then you a goofy
Boy get off yo ass and get some bands
That's how we do it

First things first, I still put in work but all the opps broke

the soundtrack to the end of the world

Morrissey sung the DJ a pandemic sweeps across the land
Ace Frehley sees a comet but I liked his other band
You've been

Makeshift Patriot

Sage Francis

Punk-O-Rama, Vol. 8

2003

myself...Via live telecast. 

Coming live from my own funeral...the beautiful weather offered a nice shine, 
Which is suitable for a full view of a forever

that after spending some time apart

That's the cost of 
Doing business 
That's the price for healthy horses 

Big decisions, cooler return shows