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in your head boy but in ya soul
See ya holding on to pride, better let it go
Yeah if you not concerned then you'd never know
And if you never learn
really thought I'd live without you
Thanks for all the empty promises that you made
Boy hold your head up
You dug your grave
Hope all of it was worth it
rhyme 
this game is life or death and its your soul or mine 
we don't play no games boy just tryin' get paid 
hope I get rich before they dig my grave
I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know it's' going to
Destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent
to year 
Made Niggas on your motherfuckin shit 
2Pac: 
(ha ha ha) 
Call me a Bad Boy killer 
Murder motherfuckers daily 
Know the fed trail me 
So my
out there, switchin' in the kitchen
And Dads in the living room
Fussin' and a-bitchin'
I'm out here, kicking the gong for euphoria
Euphoria - when your
to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's
mom, can out rap your favorite
If I become your favorite,i'm not to play wit
Want my songs played on vacations in caymans
Feel lost want rap to save me,
yourself out
Do yourself in
Don't try to mend
All gods fall in the end
Hail Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the Idol
We loved you in black
We adored you in pink
Up
to hear you pray boy
Eighty-Sixed in the sticks
Digging out my grave, grave
Should've went a different way boy, different way
Crucifix get my fix in
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
on Blessings
Boy It is a shame
Like that is the way that we show that we saved
Get your own shovel dig your own grave
Pointing at satan for someone to blame
Our
an I gon' turn up till I'm out of where we livin' in
Cause this the final summer in the trilogy of ours
So bet your life we gonna make some memories
the boards on the window? Bitch
That's bando
Shout-out to my nigga Bando Bo in the bando
Shout-out to my boy Takeoff he
Was cooking them chickens but he
to the Carnegie
But still keep my eye in the scope like I practice photography
The rice in the dope relaxing the harmony
Come fall in love with the dope boy
Like
nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no
only by the acapella of my heartbeat and having to learn how to dance in the descent
Grateful that repent isn't on the top of my to-do list
And as I fall
from out the cage
Made me wise a better man
I just had to explain
Make your wheels fall off
If you merge into my lane
Every time I spit
A dragon
at your funeral
Cause you wasn't getting bread then
Now you trying to ride out
But you coming down a dead end

You was a fucking bum
You couldn't even get
winner
But your off season
Has been all season
And that 7 song album all felt like teasing
Will they believe in me
Or will they all be leaving
Cause y'all
Warhol must be laughing in his grave

And the dogs are on the road
We're all tempting fate
Cars are shooting by
With no number plates
And here comes
Warhol must be laughing in his grave

And the dogs are on the road
They're all tempting fate
Cars are shooting by
With no number plates
And here

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