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Peace 
Freshy this 
Week 
Put out a 
Leak
Definite 
Tweet 
Outside 
Closed 
Till we get
 Free 
Free all my 
Woes
Till then they'll be sleep b

I'm by

just a throw away in case I ran into some smoke, 
If I get caught by them folks, they gon send me down the road, 
I try not to show my face so I paid

and dumb
Half-way retarded on the microphone, son
Nike brand condoms: Just Do It
You better get the fuck outta my
Way before I lose it
That's where my crew

me what you see then
I see freedom that even the non-believers and heathens can have too

[Verse - Po3]
As I sit back to write a rap
I try to turn my

Look
I try to sit back and relax
To get me on tracks now I gotta tax
A lot of these rappers a thing of the past
They claiming they snitching
I

like I stole shit
Now all I need is a body that
Can break it down and roll shit
Use to make a whole flip
Now you see me hands free
Get it by the izzle

you want but you bet not touch us
Get dropped like the top on an old school cutlass. Yeah
They say the kid Giles so so he ain't selling dope
I got

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Produced by
Parks (NZ)

the tide
Serve my creation, so I don’t need to swallow my pride, I follow the signs and hop from hip to back
on track to stop the divide.
Shit we either

I just wanna rap for
Ninety seconds without breathing
Here we go, I'm gonna try it, hopefully
I won't be screamin'
By the end of it, I cannot
Take

Luckily I found someone who had faith
He lifted my ego back up into place
His name was Dana Goodman and he
Thought my song was on track
So two weeks later

say a sign i mean divine intervention
Better yet
Somebody with a sine to get up in my mentions
At it seven days
Fourteen seven for the hours
'Cause I

but say that
I don’t rap fast enough
I been crafting these tracks like
What will actually grasp enough?
Had to take step back
Realize who I’m rapping

again, like a hooker's baptism
No need to resurrect me like
Christ when he's risen
'Cause I'm immortalized by these
Words that I'm givin'
Listen to this

it
Down like old plaster
No medication for this track cause this
Is how a psycho rips
My bank account is like casino
Vaults, your pockets microchips,

you’re just starstruck
I’m comin’ straight from the shoulder pads
To hold that cup
With Jaz Infinite on the track
You don’t interrupt
Metaphor with

niggas never thought 
That I would them back
And I know a lot you niggas 
Aiming for my neck
But I will never take it easy 
For you whack new rats
I'll get

now
He thug harder forty glock an a pack of bullies this dog vicious real track runner
Getting off an he seen tons Joe sliding in foreign beamer mama

show up on tv

You flew to Paris just for dinner
Shame your girl just
Wants to get a winner
Poor little thing talking about me
If you gave me a chance
I

Maneuver in the skies
First class and shit. 
You a witness to the motherfucking uno. 
I got the d-lo to get my pockets big as a sumo. 
Observing the scene

a cancer only having 1 encounter
She hear me on the track 
Tell the DJ play it louder
She get inside the club only if I allow her
I'm filling up my cup need

what it cost me
You been on my mind
Mind mind mind
You been on my mind
You been on my mind and I cannot get you off
It's just like any day yeah a nigga

SteveO
Homie where you at now
Yeah I'm blacked out
Couldn't out rap me if I pass out
Make the whole game tap out if I act out
Make them all back down if I

get you out my mind
Lost track of my whole life
Sick of love, it's leaves me with the darkest nights
Lonely nights
Stars are bright
Just me and the moon