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to the ones who have been trying to tell us
For hundreds of years
Oppression and rage
Why still an issue to this very day
Fake as fuck when you take a knee
Then

single day that I live
Fuck a bad bitch pull out game 100 I ain't got no kids
First time I got high was 03
All I do is fuck bitches and smoke weed
When I

a little weed
Do you remember the times you yelled at me?
I do
Now it's been a couple hundred days
Do you regret the choice that you once made
Had our future

Moment
Everyday that I've lived
This is
The illest
Mic check
In the world
And today was a great day
You know I went to work I got the guap
I do
Then I got

They don't want me in that mood I get mad and drop ski
I be out the window trying to hit a head, I'm not Leek
This ain't back in the day I ain't

Niggas is a i
Bout to get my weight high
Real nigga stay fly
Till the day that I may say bye
And I go by the original
Dub never typical
You motherfuckers

blessings I walk by faith and that's one thing I know
I'm trying to get to the hundreds
We got a lot left
I can send a flight it's out of there
Want that

ninety-three but I keeps it a hundred
Seven always been my lucky number
Cause it always made all the difference
Rap ain't what it used to be
RAP used to be

the hoodie on
Worst fool on the strip
Got them velcro straps
So you know we don't trip
It's the new shoe smell
Never wearing no cologne
By a brand new pair

Emerging from their slime cocoons
The tadpole, a hundred thousand bloom
Brothers and sisters swim, become amphibian
Consume decaying plants,

a take you out
Cause you got to
Always on the grind
Need a moment of your time
Nine to five the day
Then she get
The little slimes
Stopped by the store
Got

at the same place
Listen to me
I repeat the same thing
You a baddie
Looking at the way
That I undress her every day
Looking like you play
You be too good

by day
Many will fall away
Did you think God was to be trifled with
Did you think that he didn't mean his promises
Now His wrath rains down on a wicked

I feel heavy
I put a hundred pounds on my heart
I couldn't be what I wanted to be
And that's all my fault
When the seasons change and the trees; they

hundreds of jobs before
I mean this girl has done it all
From aerobic instructor to zookeeper
From outer space to the shopping mall

Racecar driver
That was

vocals, and subtracting the weak
No bachelor's degree
But I mastered vernacular speech////
I ain't the greatest but one day I might just actually be
My

feels
Never lose my head
Grind all day
Standing on my toes
Neck so frost
Yeah I do the most (Yeah)
I be chilling by the beach
Me I wan do my thing with

Bricks on lay away
I Weigh the weight
The trap rock white after Labor Day
I'm making plays
But you know I keep straps
Turn opps into RIP Tatts
Visions

I ain't got a hundred mil so I stay on the grind
Can't wind up like them, I can't unwind
Life ain't treat me kind but I'm one of a kind
Transformed,

asking? I'm crazy
I need some faith, maybe baby, she by my side when it's wavy
She leave me alone when I need saving, what's that tell you bout her?
Guess

Reeling in the golden years hide in Hyde flying high
Shakespeare dream from grave to groove
Band day in the park with a few hundred of me colour free

tell me what it's gonna be
My fingers trace your waistline
I don't wanna waste time
A thousand miles
A hundred days apart
Your number dialed
But I can't

I'm getting older by the day, I'm still here I got to pop my shit
I'm still waking up then thanking god and grabbing the stick
Say it get tragic in

my love

There were a hundred rules we always broke
The way we met, and how we loved
I succumb to maddened days
When my skin aches for your touch

If