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fat
And you professional looking to work
Get your wife ‘cause you a jerk
Lesbian, eat some beans
Go back home and it’s
Be these chimpanzees and
Seasons

a year or so ago
In and out of jobs and I still haven't really found a home
Least I'm learning as I grow, soon I'll have a place to own
Cramming two people

the paragraph texting to going nuts like vasectomies
But that’s the cycle and code that we live by
A lot on my plate and at steak wit my ribeye
Can take

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

Gangsta Lean

2013

In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop the floor on a noose

lane with
My best name and a child seat
I sometimes fry my shit brain like
Woman with a child be
On some home alone shit, balling
On some Post Malone

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness

1992

and watch your ass melt

In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop

manufactured.

My fellow Americans, we have to be different than this. We have to be better than this and I believe America is so much better than this. Just look

a Stella Atrois (Yeah)
Told me you better not barf
Soldier I'm just getting in drive (Shit)
We keep it live, frequently, reach for shot number five 
So now

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

really out here! (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)

Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
Fuck the same hoes again,

She said I got a gift, yeah-yeah
So she went abracadabra on the dick, yeah-yeah (hey)
I'm tryna be a better man (better man, better man)
I don't fuck

sinko, that's five times 
I'll make the kitty take the risk coz they got 
Nine lives 
Rise it up 
Night, night
Spin the coupe 
Drive-by
I'll turn it fright

forever
I got shit in the worse ways 
Cause in live it's now or never 
I'm just focused on the better  My heart cold I grab a sweater 
Even though my heart

and raised here
Coming home's not a issue
Far Rock's mine
Till I decide to give it up
My niggas deserve better
They wanna live it up
And we don't wanna stunt

mind
So be quiet…
And don’t ask what I’m rapping for
This shit is personal…
My mama gon’ live in the Hollywood Hills fore she gets to the nursing home

and a Daddy Kane flow and a KRS live show
Spit the sick tune, hit the fam with shit soon
Malik B, Mr. Green, another hit with Miss. Bruun, sing

[Chorus: cmalie

something to believe in
I been workin' on a better me so
Soon my very best will be my last competing
Hope I learn what I'm supposed to learn
Because it ain't

before my eyes
The memory of our first fight
Has just went by
Then I remember, that next September
You drove at night to see a guy
Who just happened to be

Certain s**t in here I can't really say
F**k it though, I'm really tryna be great
Rollie my wrist I could never be late
All this ice on my wrist I could

Love Me Less

One Day

Mainline

2014

in her friend's sister's room
What's better than a girl who says 'yes' too soon?
Two of them
So I guess there lies the root of my problem
I float like

can stop
We'll be forgotten like those of old
Building of grass and house of mold
The winds grows strong and the waves are bold
Don't cry now there's no

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it

nigga on the come up
Now I'm just stacking my funds up
Had to come back on the remix
Remember when I first made this and I thought I wouldn't be shit
Now

from the future
Usain, who me? More like loser
Wanna see my trophies? Well I brought a few sure
Here they are! Better pack your bags cause the rest are

yawning, aye
Certain shit in here I can't really say
Fuck it though, I'm really trying to be great
Rollie my wrist I could never be late
All this ice on my