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Build up a pen
For all your friends
What they about?
Domination
Home invasion
Indoctrination then segregation
By race and creed
Make you bleed
For sake

shit to do
I made some sacrifices fuck it man that shit was cool
Fuck the authority can never follow by rules
I'm in this shit forever nigga I got plenty

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

Cuz I've had enough, felt like giving up
I faced the worst by myself without nobody's love
cnd if you the one meant for me protect my heart
If you my

CNN and I can still see the lynchings
Been dealing with this Corona Then we mudered by the PoPo
We tore the city up cause we Can't take this shit no mo

sacrifice.

I can't bear the burden.

I won't stand by a god who won't prove they exist,
And let others rejoice with my vision dismissed.
Create my own Eden,

in a box


SACRIFICE

I've been waiting for so long, i'm blowing in the dark
well, you killed my only girl, you killed my open heart
I'll be searching

Aye I
Whoa I
Aye I

I'm surrounded by ghosts
Moving through life without purpose (Aye!)
Sacrifice of happiness
For someone else's success
What

than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I

lo sto vivendo giá

Chorus 2X

SACRIFICE

I've been waiting for so long, i'm blowing in the dark
well, you killed my only girl, you killed my open

Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same

finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat

he knew then what it was son its timnaeat

Standin on my own thats by any means, feeling like left hand
Theirs nothing left to see, trials

shot
Now terror is the law
The countdown is set for war
You are so not worthy to call on my master
Give a true sign of devotion and creed
Come begging

Pay You Back

Meek Mill

Championships

2018

what?)
They gon' keep it cool 'cause we'll rat them niggas
Huh, livin' to die, nigga we dyin' to live (dyin' to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

to meet them where the stench is
Expenses paid, by the ones that are expensive
Senseless
I'm like a soldier in the trenches
Consumed by the dark my butt

to grab it, but half the time end up slipping
I'm satisfying the listener by defining my misery
Is the cause of my fidgeting my mental instability
I don't

alone I fear

Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes

left to sacrifice
It isn't worth holding out until my vision dies
I'm trapped inside the red room of an album lost to time

The days that we saw eye

must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm

will be out of sight

With the power of It, we are about to astound
All your preconceptions, they will come unbound
Listen very close, my inner voice

and then die
I Wonder if ambitions will fulfill whats inside
I Put the raws down yeah I created a line
I Made my own creed and its keeping me light
Heavy

of hate, drugs help me try to cope
Fighting for my time, is it virtue is it vice
Guided by the instinct never been sight
Bonafide killa, self taught homicide