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the planet with these plastics, clung to ecclesiastic, 
I'm the god body, I don't need the submission 
When I already signed to these tactics, 
A brutalist

to god that I don't fail
Came up from the bottom
Now we flashing dollar bills
Iced out I'm a rapper this is my life now
It ain't hard to flip it quick

Yeah 
I forget so often, God, no wonder I feel lost
When I forget where I came from or how I got past
Now we ain't young, can't play dumb, the fun

body sweet as passionfruit
And I open up to the fact that you all by yourself
Every morning bright and early you don't need no help
Huh
I can see you

could've never imagined
It's real in the SWAC, we killin' the cap, our music be healing the masses
Building a legacy, setting the pieces in play to see

living that city life
City life
City life
City life
City life
Life yeah
Yeah yeah
Living it up in the city
Worked hard now it's time to relax
But our

10 Years

Braille

Shades of Grey

2004

and frost bitten
our generations youth wander around like lost kittens
dodging stray bullets and advertise bulletins
fatal attractions, placed to pull you

We're all molecules and minuscule, ridicule the pitied few
Sit inside our citadels and piss on what the little do
Purchase all the popular populate

Finessin like I'm Kevin
Taking trips out for the saki to import in our pockets
Sell 'em out for the profit, putting money in wallets
Swear to God I'm

Replace cigarettes with weed
If it's only for medicinal purposes I prefer it is legalized
I could say if I don't succeed I tried
If God is standing by then

little homie 
You goin' have to take your time it's real little homie
It's hard, they trying to bury me with bills all on me
They Arbitron stalking son,

a booty
Uh
Love ain't shit when proved fake
Thank god my blunt right here it ain't too late

2 Swishers rolled up by my
Too lit I never hold up
2 spliffs,

what God was
Telling me by taking you first
Maybe I'll just call this
Lost part of this harvest
And no you wasn't flawless
But I loved you regardless
So

chilling by the waters 
To feel the sunshine 

I'm chilling, I'm feeling the moonlight 
Pop a tab get the clues right 
Knew better do better move right 
I'm

I'm tired of being broke
I make a stack and a half every couple weeks but I look at my check like where it go
Pay Uncle Sam and a couple bills

to working out and steroids 
No need to hate boys 
Im just the messenger 
Your iphone and computers are created by
Bill gates and steve jobs 
And those are

I Feel Like Crying

Mexicano 777

God's Assassins

Hope to God for mercy 
And next time don't be a liar 
Be for real, 
Cause a real nigga never dies 
Now I know who love's me 
Just by looking

Can I talk about it
Can I talk about it
Can I talk about it
Can I talk about it

You would always keep it bald like little bill or caillou
Keep it

The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part B

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHANGE WITH CLANCY -- GO A-DROVING? TELL US TRUE,

on the table to show our love & more, 
She bust through the door “oh my god, what’s this” we ran out the room to make sure the candles were lit, Corina’s letter

committed this crime
A trigger-happy officer I seen it too many times
Yea these cops killin' us
Sales fillin' up
These dollar bills tell me only God worth my

Blind by the light because we shine bright
No flex of our own but we got All Might
Different type of way we aint turnt down
Different type of sight we

I'm still holding your Judas disguise
And my will is still weakened by those Hollywood thighs
And I feel deprived
Because it's still the old powerful

ain't breaking loose

These niggas be lemons on God they be sour
I'm feeling like fifty cent I got the power
I Run my own business fuck paid by the hour