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Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way

it up
Josh digging through the crates
I'm digging graves for these pups
One by one I'll kill them all in due time
You still trying to make your like I

as the seasons changed from the rooftops of buildings
As change made its way and in time drew a brand new skyline
And the city came to life!
This is the place that

days
Loose cannon I could've died 100 ways
Hard headed but crime pays
Has to split the pie bout nine ways
2111 Boulevard bullies
Frontline when it war we

Yeah
It's LightPo
Uh
Did it by my lonely, like I'm Speaker Knockerz
I be off seven dranks', walk like teter totter
Go get me some money, then Imma'

the window
When I speed by
Baby girl, this shit in my genes
Not no Levi's
Bagged a shawty from the three
She stay on the Eastside
Said someday we gotta take

I hate the way
The way the thoughts come on down on top of every other day
Waking up early cuz I can't stand to stay in this bed
Can't seem

days
To wake our Congress up, and check these evil ways

There should be twenty guys doin' twenty for treason
Then 20,000 more by the end of this season

Apex

Apathy

Next Wednesday

2019

Catch me outside, like a motherfucking airport bag drop
Twenty in a matchbox, we gon' start a fire now
Still just warming up while my competition is

and we kick in the door
By the way this shit goin', we winnin' in four
Look at the score bitch
Look at the score
No explanation, just look at the score

Lost my innocence, lost my soul
Lost my diligence, lost my self-control
Never asked to do, always told
Somewhere 'long the way, lost a hand to hold

THE ROARING TWENTIES
Words & Music by Dominic T. Kelly

This is your time
These are the moments
In the sun, my love

These are the days
Your starry

Falling

Dark Lotus

The Opaque Brotherhood

2008

J:]
I don't get this
Fuck sickness and livin with this
Never get to forget this
Not even on Christmas
No way to dismiss this
What the fuck is this
They

take the piss
See I remember when, back in twenty ten
I remember when, back in twenty ten
Yeah I remember when, back in twenty ten
I remember when way

promise I'll be at the top it's time that I open the gates
It's time that I stood by name and fuck up the game in twenty four different ways
It's time that

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(O oh) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

20 below is how I feel right now
20 below is how I feel right now
I can’t do

Look
Ain't taking no L's
Mayweather steez
Making reads
Life goin' way too swell
I been giving 'em hell
Drip on my haters all day
My cribbo look like

the man of the hour (I'm the man of the hour) 

I'm the man of the hour, get paid by it too
You rolling with the winners ain't no way we can lose
I'm

never need to explain it, boy, they gon know why
I got the team all behind me, I keep ‘em close by
I'ma go off, let ‘em know there's no loss
Run it up

Came along way from the rusted out hyundai
Two bedroom apartment, ducking all the gunplay

Daddy was cabbie 
See the jackers in the ally

I've been going down this road feeling bad
But I won't be treated this way
The climate never fit my clothes
Empty matchbox held me tight
I'm still

Sippin' til they mental slow,
Those who nearly pissed wok,
Sellin' kids oregano tucked in a fuckin' matchbox,
You ever seen the dead walk? 
Catchin'

Eternally grateful for the eternal
This pen strike like matchbox sticks
Produce that fire that burns you
Thick glasses like Urkel
Can't fuck with my

a nigga up
Safe half way, trying to fill it up
Dees on the block trying to get a bust
Will I still get the keys
To the bigger truck?

Twenty bricks in