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We're on the road off to another show
We got to go i'll call you later bro

Every year, for about five months
To be very clear, I go out and find

Verse 1:
Too many people have the same ideas
Livin' the 9 to 5 life, blinded by their fears
This is a cruel world, gotta take what I can
Surviving

medications, I'll meditate it
Stress a part of life man it's all related
Love it overrated
God, I'm too jaded
But it's the little things that could have me

traction
People start debating bout rappers
And they would always ask me Crow
What would you do if you made it
Get my mum a new mansion
No better way to say

a little holiday
You know a get away  
Closer to the sun rays
Getting closer to the money
Euros at a higher rate
Some people only make 
Enough to get by
I

One woman, one label, I can make it pop
Don't front like you don't know the name, player
I'll give you five, but I want my change, hater
People say I'm

What happened that you happened to
Come to the hospital?
I was out riding in my car with
Two other people, going down this hill
When all of a sudden

to five
Professor said I could be anything I want
Just dream a little and you'll find where to start
cnd then I met you, baby! 

Listen up, and work soft
So

Meaning of Life

Kabaka Pyramid

Kontraband

2018

another life they get what they are due
And if you seh that God nah sleep and him nuh snooze
Then what about the little baby girl that get abused, by her

I remember 
Sunday mornings in church as a little girl 
listening to praise songs about wanting to be more like Jesus. I remember thinking how much

feel bad cause I wasnt being fair
Trying to be a good dad
Swear the time moving fast
My people dying early just how long will I last
Before i'm pushing

Jumped off the porch
Dove in the trap wit just my wits
Moving dimes and nicks
Common sense little arithmetic
Add and subject kept it 100
Never penny

make Them respect your flaws

Before my name got bigga-
Put raw in five eight baggies Little nigga
A sweet lick then I was getting Wit Ya
Lay on you if

What good people do then she be it
Then maybe that's good so repeat it
So maybe we have two or three kids
I want to see her light reflect in little eyes

Peace, please can I get a little piece
All I see on the T.V is armed police
Shooting down minorities
The authorities have no apologies
For people

wonder I got a little feisty
Giving all that I had to my Dad
Thinking he was doing up the family pad
But instead he was drinking and getting mad

down in every single way
I had no beef all I had was a good time
Friends on the left and women on the right side
People gotta know, just a little lesson

a snail
Met a guy named Dale looked a little too pale
Tough as a nail worked on the rail
Offed by a cop who took off into the swamp
I chased him and maced

Shawty fuck with the gang ouu and she so fine
One day imma make it up to the top 5
Can't fuck with us
I told that little nigga to put his trust in us
Now

Popping on it
Hopping on it
Flopping on em
Dropping on em
Them bitches know I running on the track
All of the people bout to sing it back
My shit was

Malcolm like by any means necessary
Im black and proud i got the spirit of Nzinga
Im Nat Turner poking out his middle finger
See in my former life i was

remind me to find ease and give moms nothing less than 90
Not me, two, three, for but five
And two incredibly strong women you left behind
And I find that

never could identify the body that i left behind
Ever since i was a little child i knew small-minded people don't 
Heart peaking like a bass-line power

shotgun
I'ma turn the bedroom into a rodeo
Own my own everything what I need you for
A little pipe here and there I guess you good for that
I'ma make him