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gospel is Repent, which means 'let go of all that crap,' that's killin' ya. Life was supposed to be a pleasurable experience, not this torment, you know.
to the fullest
Any given day could die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it
(I represent it to the fullest
Niggas across the nation, narcotic
a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here
This is the season, for the zoe's round here
If you corner who you know you can get it for the low down here
represent
This is my accent and I'm proud of it
We're bunches and cannot be stopped
Absurd laws with racist intentions
Benefit only to these classifiers
They
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
waste your life
Fight Back
What a waste of time
Oh yeah the ones that keep saying my product is Demo
My songs are polished, worked on by pros
Same
knows shit
Instagram is full of make believe crap
I want to take testosterone
Imagine if i was any sexier than i already am
I want to take
TVLand and HBO
The History Channel, and QVC, and Lifetime
Your gonna
My butt is aking, as I watch Nascar racing
That show about undertaking, Larry
& '24
When I'm eighteen, I'll be with someone without simping
'Cause it's pretty fuckin' stupid
I'd wish I'm not sayin' this
But rap is dying
I wish I
and nations who didn’t fall in line with its specific ideas of living. The Red Scare inspired countless anti-leftist, anti-communist works of art throughout
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
Check what the flowers on the hearse say
R.I.P to your worst rhyme
My rise is a curse to remind you
I'm here
Comin' for the best ain't a good idea
people is like
On second thought, that last one can wait
Tomorrow, I can breathe air miles from my home
Tomorrow, I can simply run away
Tomorrow, I can
with eight kinds of dipping sauce
A dental assistant is "mommy" who's forever in my thoughts
So The Montiquan Nation lives on
The mother is simply
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
For all that crap that you have done? Thomas Jefferson said it right
Brother, he said, "I had trembled for my country
When I reflect that God is just
that shit up zero hour is left
Lyrics is my whole song is yours how i feel inside my music describe
Bless that friend criticize to divorce cocaine
pigment
Then you just can't understand
Brother Malcolm said by any means
All I see is enemies
My brothers and sisters
We got to change our self-identities
On a Wednesday he says
"Look man the only way you can
Qualify for my race is if
You run 100 miles at one time
In 24 hours or less"
There happen to be a race
That
YOU'RE ALL I NEED
24-7
Aint no mo stressing
Many more blessings
Don't need prayer from anymore reverends cuz
YOU'RE ALL I NEED
Shout hallelujah
We
America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
If all men are created equal, that is final. If they are endowed with inalienable rights, that is
MY HEAD
You think you better than me
Just proove it I wanna see
What you think about me
What you think about yourself
This is my demand
Do you have
just tripped and stripped
Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped (that's right)
OG's joinin' the Nation, and it's all good
BG's is
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