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heart that carries us
She can’t leave her past behind
And can't let go
And she's waiting for her son
To grow up round
She can't leave her past behind

ain't in my lexicon, I'm Pentagon
Dark Zero, like Marc Mero I'm wildin'
Boy, this the house I built so fuck how you feel cuz I'm A-J Stylin'
Profilin' for

am I
Baby, who am I
A father and a son, like the holy God
Oh my God
Life's a fucking a fraud
I did it on my own where my suit and tie
I did it on my

to make it too,  if you seen The house I'm living in now
Her son started misbehaving can't save, Best kicking him out
Yo I Cant even Fit in my own family

On an unassuming day in October
The Little Red House was crushed where it stood
And the apartment complex took over the corner block
Rent starts

And so begins his lonely life
And so begins his lonely life
And so begins his lonely life
And so begins his lonely life

He was sent to a house for

talked to him and his heads missing
Momma I wanna buy you a house with no leases
You probably turn around and say keep it you need it
Swear to god I ain't

We've laid a curse upon our houses
Upon our daughters and our sons
You must defend what we protected
You, too, must die 'til peace is won
We're very sorry

sing like Usher
Shoot the gun like an professional no
I ain't rusty pull up from deep like Klay
I ain't into shooting houses ima just sit outside where

son is inside
On the second floor
Up there in the cradle
The man is gone
The house's on fire
She closes her face
Her eyes are burning

Mother:
I’m in charge now
Rhode, my son, your father wants to imprison you forever in that house. 
Don’t go back there. You will find nothing but

que yo necesitaba pa mostrar todo mi ideal

Soy para cuál ningún mortal  es tan igual todo normal, la banda está sonora , son obras  que sonarán,

for me
See I'm already dead to you

Burn the house
If you've got the feeling
Cut the tree
The axe is a friend
Kill your son
He'll overtake your sins
Die

Then we'll take it all away
We'll rape your daughters and shoot your sons
To stop the spread of disease
Then we'll kill your god, burn down your house

Suenan sirenas en la cancha
Desmadre loco donde te paras
Puro homerun a quien nadie la cacha
Mich in the house tas con la pura grasa

Wacha, como mi

shop
My son a the cream a the crop
Hustle fi wah me want
Me a count ever dollar
No friend me no follow
Hustle fi wah me want
Me a count ever dollar
No

my sons and they stealing
My swag for real bitch Im from the city
Where niggas get killed
Shoot you up in your family house
We dont care where you live

at stake
And listen when I say
Burnt bitches belong in ditches
And you sure are burnt to me

But no one listens
To the wet pain sign on the door of the house

She sits all alone
In an old garden chair
Watching the sun going down

Four sons in the service
Somewhere far away
But she don't show a tear

done told you once, you son of a bitch,
I'm the best there´s ever been"
He played,
Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run
The Devil's in the house

a simpler time
Before they built these walls
Skinned our knees, but we never cried
We lived to live our lives
My  america
Son come take my hand
Cause that's

En el cajón cajas de xanny
En el cortijo como en cali
Yo nunca quise el Ferrari
Abruzzi aka house party
Si tu disparas son balines
Yonkis van por

I told my son if he grow to be better than me
Before I finished the sentence he told me he’d bet me
All the feelings I felt and he let me
I lay it

ain't even driving houses
On no Mulsannes or Bentaygas side note
I'd never say I drove it if i never did it
Probably never buy it shift to reverse
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