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scared to throw it down, I won't even get a bruise
But you won't catch me slippin', I got brand new shoes

In a room with a view and a bitch and a bottle

Sting the police by making sure the show's live
Still the fourth crack, coke and all that raw rap
But make sure it's fat, dope and rhymes like cause back

than propane 
Feeling like I'm floating
In this ocean stroking
She on this mountain choking
Girl let me drink up out this bottle
And play yo game
(Fuck

pussy cause pussy is gonna find who/
Me at the end of the race it's crazy time flew/

Chorus:

Time flies by in a blink of an eye/
And a nigga know why/

For the way we be headed
But when I see the guillotine
It tends to open up the message
So many flaws in myself right
I just need to know I’m not alone

rap again
The red hat cause these n***** just seem to cap
Marijuana in my lungs
Police heater on my back
Cause I'm black melanated as I count these blue

the bottle prolly genie the bul
Tuck the package in the stash I just seen the allure
The safe house by the knock know it's me at the door
Couldn't move crack

And slam right in with a blunt an a bottle in my right hand for these
All of these problems I see
All of these problems I see
All these problems I see
All

Yea, Ok
Keep Movin
Grind Hustle version
Remix
We are born to hustle
So maybe it's in our nature
Babies just want that bottle
As adults we want that

they're scheming
It's red like the flag on the window
Go tint it
'Cause feelings we bottle
Get lost in a minute
And all that lil' rage is corrupting your

wherever we bound by
Same block where they sell you a pack out of Crown Fried
To put me in your deck is like I brought you around mine
Just as long as you

in the bottom of a bottle
Once I'm out I hit full throttle
I'm lost and will forever be, forever be
Cause I'd rather be self made by every mean
Until

where I'm going
Me and Slick was on cloud nine we was in the sky like boeing and
When it came to that rap shit you aint fucking with Joey
People call me

I noticed you don't care bout I so I take
Take my time, I push my work, craft and grind
Trying to get grimey before its time
I don't take pleasure in

Everybody triggered, I don't know what to say
Living in the present don't seem that great
Everybody's gonna get cancelled, media's a cancer, these

I Want to Thank You (Heavenly Father)

Jaki Graham

From Now On

1989

Lucian, that rap
Would you still be my man
And pass your bottle to my hand
Would I be in the rain
While you pass me in the Land
Oh, you think by now

and I'm just tryna sleep in
I party on the weekend, the time I'm on this demon
When that liquor bottle open up, I'm diving in the deep end
This job is hella

and I'm just tryna sleep in
I party on the weekend, the time I'm on this demon
When that liquor bottle open up, I'm diving in the deep end
This job is hella

minds
Until they turn witless and ponderous
Their alertness is interred in
This infernalest sarcophagus
The absurd and the preposterous
Burned in by

appears
All clear, for your takeoff to uncharted spheres
In this buffet of life, cop the tastiest slice
Complete mad amounts of novels to live by, right

sipping
One day she making baby bottles, standing in the kitchen
He walked in and saw her skirt and he tried to lift it
She ran straight out the house

finished

Ayo
Lightening in a bottle 
Aye

Just got 
Lost within it.

I eat my spinach
But
What nourishes me
Is gonna kill me

If I don't absorb this voltage

Tryna live like Sosa in Dubai
I ain't gotta sell coca to be fly
Got next like a bowtie on a guy
Drove by in a 5 two dimes in the car
Seventy outside,

the dreams for when you sleep


Came up, raised broke wit the real ones 

World's cold  

cin't no dough that could shield us 

I saw kids who got touched by