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You have your bip on you?
'Cause if you ain't got no bip on you
I ain't hangin' out with you no more, bro
Please stand clear of the closing door

Passport

Chris Webby

Next Wednesday

2019

gnome
Hit the mountains in Colorado to get in the zone
A route in Cali' smoking weed stronger than Jessica Jones
Yeah, I grew up by the water so you

of really pissed em off
I really don't mind ye
All I do is cut them off

If you do not know already
Ask around
Yeah I'm kwaai
These rappers getting by
We get

you could put it in

Of course being a Monday would be the one day
Trains are delayed by the score
And it never rains but it pours
Mine's not due for

the ends
Mi never in bed by ten
Mi a lickle bwoyyy, chilling in the ends
Mi never in bed by ten
Pain
Pain in my heart
Let me tell you how my story starts

tic tac toe. playing games with lives
Click clack foe, toe tagged in the morgue that collapse on the floor when the knock at the door
Said he's no more

deep in a four door
Terry driving Peel in the back me sipping a loko
By this time life in the fast lane
We in our prime different place the same game

dollar smile
Abandoned by his parents as a youth was acting wild
Juvenile detention type looking for attention like
Only way he knew how to get it was

pictures pinned up on wall
Jesus I'm so in my head  
My lyrics are true
Gut is instinctive but how come the voices inside of my head sound like juvenile

knees, building go-karts with the team
Finding bamboo by the stream, made kites we flew in the street
Racing scooters and that, before the moving of sacks

Now everybody knows i want 
My lungs wanting that O
This world wont let me have my smoke

I'mma boast to close the door I calls the bros  
From every

Polo red
Out the door adios to my homestead
Light a fag on the way to the station
Rapping to an old school compilation
Life fuzzy and music was my

than you believe in this reality 
You too busy chasing salaries
Too busy being trapped by the powers that be
Trust me, I ain't even trying man see I just

Every single plead you have
Oh, Please. He'll Only Leave When He's Bored
With your keys in the door
Have you ever seen him before
This freak'll beat you

I don't care what you're saying to me
I put My effort in this shit and I guess it was for free
I hear a knocking at my door like who the fuck could

wide

Up the stairway we came
Blue doors without a name
People we never knew
They knew you

We spy the sounds in our walls
Juveniles in the halls
Baby

still mad at you
You clipped that in the vestibule
Dunked her in the swimming pool
Then passed out off them edibles
Haha
Juvenile with it you's a hot boy

niggas they gon throw them fours
Got them hoes bitch you know by the motherfuckin load
Hold my own and stand tall
Back against the wall ill kill em all

Smoking all my pain away
Something I ain't ashamed to say
Used to call me bae
Now you call me
By my government name
No longer touching me
Now I got

Walk a Mile in my Shoes. By Poppa T

Verse 1
Slipping on my walking shoes, the black is shining through
My friends are at the door so it time to go

10, 000 hours and still I climb, but never was I blind to the signs on this road
See it's all by design we was never meant to you grow
Never meant

40 Island

N.O.R.E.

N.O.R.E. [Clean]

1998

island, rikers island
(iraq island, iraq island)
Rikers island, rikers island
(iraq island)

[musolini]
Juveniles get shook and see 74
Mobb 2 ice

this muthafucka into a bakery(x2)

"By any means" like X said/
Make my X-it

Wanna die like Hef/
Six heifers on my deathbed 

So when it's beef, you get

than you believe in this reality 
You too busy chasing salaries
Too busy being trapped by the powers that be
Trust me, I ain't even trying man see I just