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wrote us off and thought we never bounce back
I’m betting on myself I put the house up all cash
Like Fred Van Fleet from the 3 it’s automatic
Loyalty is

but I pretend I am
When you're around me, be gentle man
And when you look at me in the
Eye try not to wet your pants
I'm an Enderman, with my ender clan

your enemy
I wish for you to decease
Nothing normal to conceive
Piece by piece you now corrode 
Can your body take this toll
Headed straight for fucking

trash
Time to Disintegrate
I got the edge
Allow me to demonstrate
This ain’t the little weight
I’m in Hell’s Kitchen
They lookin for dinner dates
Nothing

and having a blast
Vodoko I’m sipping with dash in a glass
My celly on E in a flash
I’m worried about nothing in case you ask

We nice
Pass me the bucket

J, coming from the suburbs
Had nothing growing up but I'm grinding
I went thru so much but I'm still smiling
Doing this for my papa in the air, looking

addicted to the what can be
The what if and the if only
Stuck in action without completion
This is a feeling of torture, but sweet
I need the Holy Spirit

the kids in the world you had to choose mine,
My people in disarray, 
Granny tired, she working bout 8 days straight,
The rich act so ignorant while playing

straight ahead you will find
Promise I don't wanna hurt you
May take time but patience is a virtue
You're my treasure nothing can compare to
Honestly don't

it's time to fix all that's in my way
Better Get back hoe My thoughts are sprayin
Hands together eyes to the sky bro you straight praying
Lyrics are

her with Juan. Straight pissy scheming drunk off corn. My door shut but I live in the barn. Chicks licking but I'm sticking-em long. Hit up the bar Thug

Spent her teens experimenting with diets 
Attending house parties which turned in to riots 
Falling in love with the first sign of affection 
Doing

Might have driven by your house
Might of done a couple of things I ain't proud of
Like calling your number 
Hearing your voice and hanging up
I

be glad again
Meanwhile I found a nice place
Alone at night in the woods
This is my waiting room

"The sleeper must awaken"

I saw Kukulkan eating

The Grind

Jet Life

Jet World Order, Vol. 2

2012

my niggas doing time, behind that money baby

Yeah! Here we are in this world of riches
I only see the money, surrounded by all these bitches

and memories, with each guitar strum
The life of a troubadour, is the life you'll love

In the living room, a sun-soaked scene
Steady scratch of gold, sparked

You ran out of chances to ignore 
a wall that was up but you broke when you were sure.
Think of a house in the country by a lake and said what you

sent a text
Said she's in da house alone
You know mi gone pull up
With the Bens or the drone
Mi body count multiply by six
I love it when shawty go

Niggas fake confrontation, bring real out
Nigga, we not done spinning, we still out
In this house, something we finna steal out
Taxing niggas, I'm bringing

to see my potential
I wanna by my mom a big house
So I could just chill on the couch
And have nothing to worry about
I just wanna do what I love
For my

of the year
Daughters will have accounts so they can finally smile and cheer
I'll have food in my freezer, snacks in my cabinet's
I'm buying my mother whatever

playa ass crip baby im giving hoes the blues
Different bitch a different hoe gotta keep my girls in 2s
No controller in the system but game is all I use

I'm running from this burning house
You said you cared but you're a liar
Took my heart and burned it in your fire
But tonight I'll say your name
For

the world in a different hue
Oh, I should slow it down
Getting ready, I'm not thinking straight
Is it lunch or is it a date
Oh no, this feels so new
Tell me,