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become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
life upon me cause you know they know wassup now yeah (Steady wishing life upon my being)
Y3 mo ka s3 yada
One time for the gang, one time for the squaw
can't tell up from down anymore
But I know this ain't right that's for sure
3 A.M. in the city yeah I lost my way
Am I gonna make it home I'm not okay
(Everybody take it easy man)
Don't gotta wait til the weekend (Nah we ain't gotta wait for nothing)
Ain't got time to regret when (Yea ain't got time for that,
the sea
Now my brother lives in Houston
He married for the second time
He got a job with the union
And it's keeping him in line
He came to Corpus
rover
Need three blunts for the hangover
Helmutlang what I rock
She tick tick like a time clock
She all I see like cyclops
Stay for the weekend
Why not
I
to giving up, now i'm living up
I don't know if what I'm giving up is enough
Takes sacrifice to escape this 6 to 3
It's sick to me, that most die in mental
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
round 'till we fall into pieces
All nighter up late on the weekend
Live fast like you wouldn't believe it
Spotlight but you never would have seen it
the bitches who's just only in town
Another one
For the weekend, oh
DJ Khaled!
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? (Tunechi)
I'll fuck you
It go one for the trouble, two for the time
And three for bp, hit the beat then I'm flying, homie
Prey
Seen the reaper at the door, I threw an ounce
was,
So it goes, it will all end.
Set ceremonial sun now you're gone,
Like dead leaves carried by the wind.
A soldier on the battlefield
Cries for his
Since the age of adolescence, I’ve been thinking one question
Why do we live our lives solely through professions
Work ourselves to death for a job,
Roll with the punches is what I tell
To people when things don't go to well
When you go for the gold and you come back empty
When the ups are few
ain't tryna fight no demons
Young nigga goin hard for da mfuckn season
Just hit three hoes on da mfuckn weekend
Took them to da room & a nigga went deep
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
tried
With grams and scams
Smiles smiled and tears cried
Truths skirted, lies lied
Lives tried
My countryside was stomped out by Air Max 95s
My
As a young guy
It’s sad to say I am sad guy
But due to the system
We live by Matt 6:11
3ye Awerehosem
Loner
Adeakye na ma dom
Obiaa ne hopes
I
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
that n**** for self
Long live Lil' Litty we fuckin' up the bity
Still on that 'Yette posted with mad lil' lieutenants
We lost them glocks running from
on the way
So I close my eyes and thank him for this day
And I ain't got time for the hate
So tell all of the haters to go have a nice day
So I live it up with
one day I'll embrace it
Three friends, grab a bungalow for the weekend
Drinking, party all night, then we sleep in
Vices, ain't no fucking telling what
to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack like white squaw for the weekend
and I sunk your Battleship
Parked in a hot zone, live
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