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Intro
(Speaking in Tongues)….
Oshamo
Grace B(Baller)
Skkk… Gbese


Verse One
The word of God in my D.N.A
I live by it and my results are A
All things

season 
Blunt blowin' and burnin' trees on the breeze 
Kinda feelings
Are spreading like fleas in 
Elementary filled with memories of 
Before I called

goonz
Cause I ain't got the wealth
I ain't I aint got the wealth
I aint got no goonz
I aint I aint got no goonz
I'm fightin by myself
Fightin fightin by

up
I keep a Glock by my side, and it's one up
Pop out with my B's/bees, your ass can get stung up
Put a opp on a tee, your ass can get hung up
It's Da

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

I'm tired of dese crumbs
I want a fat loaf I'm talkin Benjamins

I'm trynna buy a fatass house
Lots of rooms in that bitch and live all by myself
Imma

Taking Lessons

Allan Sherman

My Son, the Box

2005

there's my daughter Dottie,
She takes guitar, that's true.
Junior, he takes karate.
Smashed her guitar in two.

For all these lessons,
I have to pay.

tink a ramping
Trigga pull di trigger, Barbican yea dat a one link 
Yow, nuh badda come yah with yuh rambling
Press di AK-47 now a scrambling
Dash Dem

It's Mr. I don't give a fuck up on the top floor
Smelling like a bag of weed mixing with my Tom Ford
Used to bag it up then I would stuff it in

Gregg or my Guy
Uncle Rays on da forklift, rolling right by 

I just seen Nobby, bout to link Phil
Mick hail up, when I’m done work big Taylor
Da pretty

some!|Or bob your head, dread, as I numb the brain, son|By what use, by what crawls|By what does not. [?]|Then all [?] recede and rot|I'm gonna ask you

I married my wife on the day of the eclipse
Our friends awarded her courage with gifts
Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts
I look

niggaz just watch it, hear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on
Yo, my

it here for no reason
The show must go on I’m talking 4 seasons
I was changing diapers prolly stalking Miley Cyrus
Ken and Kel had niggas wilding
I

a M for i go (Count up a M for i go)
Some of this shit done got old (Some of this shit done got old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code (Stick by the code )

some kid said I was there
Thеn they caused a riot (Tyler's here)
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound
Of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed

I had to give her the boot
Ahaha
Stargazin' for the loot

I'm in the backseat fightin demons
My fashion is amazing, it's in season
This Startruck

Kitty gon take us out the trenches with this one

Met this lil shorty
She bad by the way
I think I want to keep her
She been through some things
But

Ladies

Slowthai

Ladies

2018

life of sin
Can you give the boy a halo?
Can you give the boy a bly?
I'm just tryna get by, always told me lies
Now they stood outside, pray I demise

I'm just another Russell Group punk
Just another Distrokid kid
Just another dime-store Tom Verlaine
Waiting for my 15 seconds of fame

When the child

warmth, a sense of home. 

Through ups and downs
Side by side 
Together we can link up, 
When our guards are down
It's the holiday spirit 
Spread the love

probably wrong
I with the season so these layers keep me warm (yeah)

07 (x5) if you want the business
I was in the mansion last night with Judd it was

We ain't gotta link up
You dial me 
Just a phone call, yea
Know you gotta get some things done
But just call me
If you coming over
You said I'm all

slide by ya side shouldn't take long
Hit my line you know I'm checking my phone 
I might be gone but I'm checking my phone

We ain't gotta link up
You