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Jumped into the game I was trying to make a little change
I was on the block I was trying to sell that Mary Jane
Dodging the cops I wasn't trying

a mother laid her baby
In a manger for his bed
Mary was that mother mild
Jesus Christ her little child

He came down to earth from heaven
Who is God and Lord

to cook
I'll show you how to get money cause I wrote the book
And I ain't about to stop
I'm all about my guop
And I get paid off Mary J call it that cash

O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth

knife artillery
Boldest when he's killin' beats
Like an extravert blessed by the purp
the introverted hero bleeding jerks
Scheming on the first strike

of me in the garden of Eden
He said there's a hungry girl by the name of Eve and
She needs to be enlightened. She saw me and started eating
I told her she

didn't get to witness you just suck on a nuke
Hey, but you never know, there's a little bit more time
Things just might go boom!
Let's take it back

Pause
One two three
We ain't even leave and she already looking at me
Wow
She so stylish
She got a pretty little mouth
Make me want to give it to her now

never knowing 

You're the little cough in the back of my throat 
When I'm nervous 
The only really scary thing is that I know 
I deserve this 
What

do girl)
But I swear they got nothing on you (nah)
On You (nah)

(First Verse)
You were raised by Mary J and Luther Vandross
Girl I can’t stop thinking

A long time ago, in a story´s been told 
About a poor, sad, little man 
Who lost all he loved, swore his deadlyrevenge 
For those guys, who have

Two thousand years ago, a child was born
Mary had a little lamb, sent to save the world
His name was Jesus Christ savior anointed
He healed the sick

from myself
Look at you in my sight
My hand on your thigh
You're just my little hell
Am I in trouble
For crossing u double
Cause I look like you and like

If I die at 29
Please tell my mother not to cry
And blame herself I know she'll try
To turn the pages back
And send my love to Mary Lou
The girl who

Honeysuckle growing out in the side yard
Living in the room where they used to park cars
Watching light move on the ceiling as they all drive by

drink it up
Whenever I am sore
Whenever my day cold
Whenever she came by
And tell me that I'm nothing
Whenever I'm alone
Whenever I can't hold

nigga about a hater
I move by myself I don't ask for favors
The game adding the wealth and I just thank my savior
Changed the game fucked around and I

just despise
The hustle I improvised
They all left, but check it
Now they want to be by my side
Take a step back, realize that it's all a lie
They simply

Red ink, D Minus written on her chest
Yes! little rappers I am not impressed
You're probably flipping burgers I'm an iron chef
You like a lioness, big

(Intro)
This the type of beat you ride too
Ya heard.. Ya heard me
It’s a little serious for you..
Paradise, feel me, from Morocco..

(Verse 1)

Talking bout’ right now back then
Who woulda knew this shit

Man

And they say can we get a little higher
To fade the night away
Why can’t we just sit by

the most
Virgin Mary image imprinted on some toast
Let’s a little toast, toes in the sand at the coast
Nighttime under moonlights demons, I’m the host
Demons

talking Mary Jane, and edibles, and Magic Chocolate bars, and Crown Royal, and coolers of Coors Light, and bottles of red and whites, and little powder bags

Talking: 
Ladies Ladies! 
We are no longer being dickmatized or criticized by niggas with one pair of drawers and lying eyes 
We tied 
Time to speak