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Jimmy Page stood tall on screen
I was mesmerized by everything
The Peter Grant and John Paul Jones dream sequence scenes
The close-up of the mahogany

knowin Nun
You'll be at your darkest
Before colors Get to showin up
Feeling left alone
But I needed it All in all
Emotional intelligence
I ain't

different
When you face the struggles yeah, yuh success hit different
We work hard fi dis
We nuh blessed by accident
Dem fi know seh ah Father God a mi

bitch today and tomorrow I might ball you too
You know this bitches ain't loyal, they gon' fuck a rich nigga too
I make haters disappear when I show up

crying sometimes cuz it hurt different 
I can feel the Passion dying inside, I try to buy it some time by
Reminding my mind but it don't listen
That love

person
When I get rich, I want that one truck with the leather curtains
Accidentally stole a nigga bitch, it never was on purpose
I told my granny I

My Life

Pa

Paper Chase, Vol. 2

2007

And my Sprite, is purple so I'm moving slow
On my side, my dogs moving rocks and hay
And I slide, by how I'm chopping blades
When I drive, I got a big

I got nothing but real ones behind me 
We celebrate each other's wins by designing 
It's calculated I'm right in the middle of my prime B 
Since I

laughing at our big affairs
eating asian pears as we’re overrun by grizzly bears
a man is sitting on a porch with a can of beer
longing for a time when

gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me

track, they'll never see it
This time right here the devil season, hated on by hella people
Can't stop for cop, might smell the reefa
Pockets fat like

look at price tags (broke hoe)
I buy shit with straight cash
Bitch, you broke, you finance (yeah)
Big top, small legs, bitch built like a wine glass

Yeah, yeah
(Beats by Choc)

Okay, drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson
Rap good as that kid outta Compton
And the money comin' in, that's

to the pavement.
Watch the smoke clear ‘cause the fire was blazin’.
Know a couple fake people but I’m not namin’.
Got big dreams so I’m on a money mission,
Want

Prisoners in Paradise

Europe

Rock the Night Away

1996

to watch TV
I want to be loved
I want to be different
I want a brother and sister
I'd just rather be forgotten
I want to save the world
I want to be

mornings on the corner 
Getting bread for yo big homie 
And you barely pocket money 
So you in a endless loop 
Of slanging dope on different corners

My flow is always different
I'm distant from all these motherfuckers
Why you always drifting 
I'm missing from all these summer covers
Gotta keep it

the trash now that nigga hefty (bye, bye)
Just got the pack ain’t talking bout no fanny (the pack)
Different color pill, sell it like some candy
I don’t know

will survive
Let’s a psycho – lose to different guys hey
Yeah is it a weekest diddle
They left cause you was right I was in the middle
I’ve something out

lights, thats what pops say
Tryna go global over night, give me front page 
So tell me, why I’m bothered by this lil’ minutiae
Same reason you wear

connected WiFi I like my bytches different colors come together tydie hammer shyt stiff dicc , slanderous sticc bytch whore you not my speed drive yo ass like

bounce

We outside 
Tell me where these levas at 
Another buster dead 
Left em same color as his flag
Ain’t even bang his hood 
He was big Norte

The picture I saw it was different and vivid
The steps that I take help me walk to fulfillment ya feel me
I'm tapped in, in step and in tune with ability
Gotta

Silent visions
We shared the same essence
Twinkling different phases all at once
Overlap

Savage colors
Shining creatures melting in the center