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at camp as long as we're on the bus and not at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us. We're still wearing our orange camp t-shirts. We
near you I wouldn't be far from you
I've got a feeling you know what you did
AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag
DC Bag (2x)
Time to put your money
Tell the opps to ketchup can you please hold the mustard
Thin line between love and hate
I know that they hate to love
You hanging by a thread I'm a cut
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
After Disco Steve had completed his journey
And after he had realized he could
Fall in love with an alien from outer space
From a disco inspired
on the lowest tree limb
I'm not even talking metaphorical things
Even at Crip Camp there was hierarchy
But at Crip Camp, Judy treated me like a king
Like
a story by the camp fire
pass me the blunt
now its my turn
vibin with you
is what i'd rather do
when im in my feelings now
step into my office
step into
on me I'm feeling nauseous (yeah yeah)
I'm feeling nauseous (yeah yeah) I'm feeling nauseous (yeah yeah)
Drugs drugs drugs it's all I mother fucking love
not black here
Appreciate the hate and love Both collapse here
Disease ridden and chemically unbalanced
Being a blessing is a curse and a talent
I took a couple wins, but I also took some losses
Money on my mind and I can't get it off my conscience
Baby my heart cold, stone cold, Steve Austin
I'm a Noob, a Noob, a Noob
I camp in bushes and I never sprint too
It's true, I'm new, I'm new
They keep takin' me for ransom
Without me, Fortnite be
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
can all win if you all in
You know you oughta
The most high we be blessed by
I'm not after fame
The money will make these jets fly
Nobody to blame
When
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
who the fuck is lil Steve
If I hop on the beat then it's getting devoured
These niggas don't know
I'm stacking a tower
Ain't rollin wit me if you move
Steve
This salvation grace not sale on steam
Gotta keep my team
This sin I'll flee
Like a bag I'll tee
On satans dreams
Just an antsy teen
With a holy
name is Steve Victory I was in math with ya
Back then I was the shy type
Guy
Not the fly type
Trying to get my nerve up to speak
Cause you was my type
That's MTwo
Why it always take a lesson to learn?
Do we really enjoy it more when it's earned?
She love me then, she loved me not
They tried to tell
Steve
And it's no wonder
I run like lightning
Pass like thunder
So bring on Atlanta
Bring on Dallas
This is for Mike
And Papa Bear Hallis
But I'm not here
Panafricanist
Blackexllence
This who am unapologetic
Proud others hide when they suppose to speak
First love Steve
Was Young and naive
Couldn't see beyond love
scared
you're dreaming now baby love
You might not know,
but let me show
That I know
what you're thinking baby
Everything is
going to be alright
Ya gotta
hiccups
Play no games, no pickups, yea
Bunch of fairytale rappers
Not doing very well rappers
Yea, I'm the greatest in my city
If ya feeling different I'ma
itching to
Feel like an addict the way that they itching too
Might love the substance not what I'm into
I love the way that fans smile cuz I'm who they
stockbrokers who own Marriott's
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner son, fake a jack, you
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