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man every generation got to take a stand
Come hell or high water 
She said baby don't quit
She said baby don't quit

can't let that shit bother me though
Fifth of Dusse,  right couple fat blunts of that smoke
Water whippin' dinner at the stove, it's good you want some

shit
I'm in the stars, interstellar
High with the stars, interstellar
(Hey)
Hoe want me to get behind and rail her
Up that fire I give him Hell, yeah

A young nigga is ?live? I'm high
Till this present meaning I'm fucked that I showed up
Strapped with the 44, niggas know I got mine
Stretch with a Gauge,

boogie

Young Drummer Boy

Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date

gon get what's coming to him
Hexes on his head he can't run stay elusive
Blind man gon stand by everything that he used to
Blind man gon sing for dead

when I slide in, that's tmi
She say she don't mind
She don't smoke but I get her high
Done her a several times
UFO when I pull up, drop location, catch

He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown

all my time
Riding on ma bike
Flying on the sky
Smoking ,getting high
Bitch i never lie
Never
Now the pussy cry
Cause she wanna fuck
But i wanna ride.

a pussy bitch
You touch bitches with no consent
On sight, bitch, I'ma touch you
That's no pope, just real shit
I'm high as fuck and I'm eating skittles

It's whatever we crunching time, we on do or die
Never light it up but I'm so low I'm contemplating high
Just to fight and find my wings and fly
While

money 'cause the work's gone
Sell hell to the Devil, hustling charm
The tat on my arm keeps me at level
You can pray at the man's church or fall off

with a couple
Told the nigga keep it (Keep that shit)
Left my old bitch alone
She was bein' sneaky (Mwah)
Go through hell and high water
She'll never

rhymes and it was like
Just said alright, come on over to the Soul Den
I put that on my three daughters, hell or high water
We propellin like them

No Matter What

Made Men

Classic Limited Edition

1999

or high water
Nine double and Luger
Premium Triton lick shots in my coop, uh
Twin shooter
Feel my vein's runnin' cold but
Save my life
I look in your eyes

saying shit
I done seen the mountaintops and I done crawled through to hell
Talking more to demons cause God ain't got a cell
Couldn't hold the tears back

The waves are high, the wind does roar
We've never seen a storm like this before
Our gods are silent, no help they send
Is this the day our journey ends?

You

shooter bummy, he'll kill you for a pair of shoes
Four O's of Wock' by myself, I drunk a pair of twos
I'm gettin' money, I could fuck any bitch I want

anger, claiming the shores with might
An ancient rage awakened, day swallowed by relentless night
The oceans heaved a warning, their waters steeped in

hurt me, I'll torture you until the fucking floor shakes
No mercy that I'll show you, bitch you bouta feel more pain
Murder you and show up high as hell

getting paid by the hour B
Rapping like I'm out and pushing that Sour D
Rapping like my dad gon be so proud of me
Kill my Demons J cole'll be proud of me

hell and high water before we depart
We're protecting La Cosa Nostra girl this thing of ours
I wish some body would slide like a speeding car
And if they

hell getting fed right
I done took a lotta L’s got my head right
I can tell if you 12 by the headlights
I don’t Give a fuck how you feel, or how you live

Yo, listen
They had high hopes, inspired
With grand desires of glamorous lifestyles
But they lazy, now they tired
Round the corner, the grim reaper