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seek power but can't tell me what a ruler is
I see cowards who want they flowers for the stupidness
I spent hours, days writing these verses kid

These

motor sale, he said, "I'll be there in a pinch"
But on the way, I'm sorry to say, he lost it. You know, he's getting older by the day
It's one thing to be

Yeah
This that old school shit
Make me all nostalgic
Like them good old days
I mean, you know I wasn’t alive yet
But I still feel it
Went back home

While I was struggling
Scrapping up every nickel and dime
Felt like opportunity was steady passing me by
Never know what you can do unless you actually

Ain't tryna get no racks then what typa timin you on
He ain't get his lick back - instead got on a song
Walk up on him and pop it then tell em so long

went to tell
They cant drop a dime if I'm by myself
And If I want the body I'll do that shit myself
Niggas aint gangster they just want the wealth
No

the picture clearer
Who was there for me
When I had to wipe away
My blood sweat and tears
See the pain and the struggle
It really made me who I am
I'm the most

way of our thoughts, speech or deeds
Now tell me what could you aspire for? Happiness or grief? Happiness! isn't it?
well the law of nature defines that

and chanel
Dont kno if it was love or lust was hard for me to tell
But oh well
Niggas said i couldn't do nothing but fail
But i prevailed
Standing on my Ls

the mirror looked at me strange
I needed Jesus the one who could do all things.
So When I talked to god he tell me to have no fear.
& If I’m ever scared I know

you can save me 
Please help me 
I'm so tired of being confused 

These days, it's hard to tell 
An enemy from a friend 
It's hard to put my trust in

that confidant
You don't think I think that's nonsense
But there's a story in my head, the cleaver way it's narrated
By this angel in disguise; she's

Yeah my shorty fine asl
Know I want lil cee cee
She always tell me watch my back
These nigga they wanna be me
So I keep a Glock
Stand by da do
Bullets

tears once at UCLA, it grew me into the artist 
That you have with you today, surrounded by peers who at the time felt the same way 
I hope to touch more

Know that I'm laughing while I'm blowin' cotton candy
Counting dough with my pirates
Watch the hits spread like virus
Getting bigger you should try it

but you can't be romantic
This goes out to everybody doing their hustle
I see you
Remember to do this for the right reasons
Get in, get out
Before it

Beauty School Dropout

C.C. Productions

Grease [Double Play]

1995

the job
Better forget it (forget it), who wants their hair done by a slob 
Now your bangs are curled, your lashes twirled, 
And still the world is cruel

to damn hard for this
No man will ever take this from me
I'm gonna tell it how it is
My mouth has been shut for too long
All I can do is give you my reality

Still thinks of thee
Speaks to me all the time
It tells me of the days gone by
Living in this world with your love
And cries for that great loss
Please

more

Do you remember who I used to be?
Or are you haunted by the ghost of me?
That guards the china cabinet
Trying to preserve memories

Well

I know

can show you how to pick a lock 
Flat head 2min stolen car 
Thro the shit on drive 
Ain't gone lie so the trapping shit 
Do get dry
Who tf got a BOA 
We

by the way)

They know what that means
If you broke
People gon' look at you funny as hell
They not gonna believe in what you sayin', not yet
Get

moment of honesty 
Ain’t nobody stopping me 
Smile 
Sit back and enjoy this prophecy 

Verse  
Uh maybe you should think twice 
The greatest to ever do it

the cheese on the set
Pimpin easy it's hard on a hoe
Watch yo bitch its the slogan  you know 
Thotty ass bitches i can't wife no hoe
She look me twice I'm