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excess less the worry
Why go job hunting today?
When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink
And feel my problems shrink away
And by now,
my shooters a ring
They say these bullets have names
Tuhh that’s why you in grave
Hairs the twist like I do braids
I just breeze by like a saint
Must
finish
Prepared for the bad But pray for the good
Don't nothing go right When you live in the hood
Don't like who I am so They want me to change
They don't
You live vicarious through me, our narrative
Forever lives on 'til the day that they bury us
When times was scariest, sleepin' in cars, resellin'
hear a nigga on the regular
And you want Ciroc by the shoreside in your olive green bikini
Dread the fact that when it's over, all you have from it is
fair, man
But it's just life, get by, that's dem man
I've been on truth, white girls, no spray tan
Told myself that I need to let go
Pressure bust
your self deeper in the mud
Let kids go run it
Pick up the flow
Oh you want smoke
We bring a show
When we arrive
Where I reside
Stuck in the desert
not fam, we can't relate
Time is a sham, when you do great (Ha)
Live from the streets, my life a movie
Make em pay a fee thats the shit they'd hate
and drive so I will not be doing that
Driving like a fool and I live right by a school all the girlys in your school
'Cause I bet you not a fan of that
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I feel the rush to my head and the love in my eyes
If heaven's taking over i just reach for the sky
Don't care about tomorrow when I'm flying tonight
time to unwind, not hard to find me I'm
Always by her side, her ride or die, I got that
Call, baby it's time, and I'm in shock, but I'm
Gone, won't think
Sun comes up
Start the day
Lie in bed
Eyes half gazed
Snooze pressed
All that Jazz
Fitting in
Wreck with sins
To the moon
Attack wounds
Pendulum
some niggas was running a train
All you got left is a picture in frame
She left you to have to live wit the pain
Now look at you you go hard in the paint
tick?
On my way to the draft I'm a lottery pick
Used to live in the clay on some pottery shit
Yeah
She want 60 to go get her nails done
Gave her some
Weak shit is in full suspicion
I'm always full throttle when keys inside the ignition
Who cares about inhibitions?
I live in the moment no time
No time
a Jedi (hey)
Beat it up, beat it like Fight Night
Lost in the cup, go night night
Talk up, don't get tie-dyed
Eye for an eye, we live and we die by
that broke shit I don't talk
I'm up in all fuckin stores
When it rains it pours nigga
Bao! She loving my style she loving my style)
Send me the addy I'm
at his flair and his style
No one can stand in his foot steps
Or follow him by a mile
The crowd was in such a frenzy
He had the air of a saint
We will never live in peace or harmony
You put me down, think I'm ignorant and weak
You could be satisfied just to keep me by your side
But it would
motherfuckers and wrap em in plastic
Throw em in a shallow grave filled with bastards
Ain’t nobody gonna miss em when there gone
Trust me everybody will just keep
and pass GO and get the pot of gold
In the MEDITERRANEAN
Met this fly lady, and
She had two lovers
The rich Parker Brothers
On the run from the IRS for
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
They'd paint me
the baddest
Met her out in Harlem
But she live by Fordham
Drop gorgeous like autumn
N***as can't afford her
She can never leave me
Wetter than some Fiji
Ya
chimes in to say,
About the way I live my life and how I go bout my day,
That’s pretty ballsy coming from you,
When lemme just say, your son is working his
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