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forgot the chop at the crib then I send gore at him (I send gore at him)
Nigga wasn't fazed by a few shots then I send more at him (fah! fah!)
Homicides in
Id be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
Id be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
Can't play by the rules
Only pressure I'm applying
Tell me who you leaving when
Smith & Whitney to ya' noggin'
NWLB
No witnesses left behind me
Really
eventually die.
Too late for walking in the middle,
Too late to try.
And it's too late for sitting in the balance,
No more middle line.
Are you
nobody
Trust myself ain't trust nobody
Studio locked i missed more party
Waste no time ain't doing no clubbing
Tryna make bread just off my hobby
Think
Tell me all your troubles.
You won't ever have to worry now,
Just one more thing, ask everybody,
Everybody you see, oh no, no
You'll find
to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of black cotton (in God's eyes)
Nobody don't care
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
we'll never die, like we'll live forever young
No more waiting for tomorrow
No more waiting for the time that we grow old
We're gonna do it all today
the tears inside
Keep all my fears inside
And my pistol by my side
So much anger and aggression
> From manic-depression
I grab my Smith & Wesson
This is
on all my business
Ridin' wit a smith and then that bitch got an extension
If we locked in, we 4L, baby ain't no switchin
Shut up bout yo mans when you wit
up at the stars
For a couple hours, turned off all the lights on the cars
The world was ours it was yours
It was mine
The time flew by like it was
No will smith but I'm a Legend
Y'all niggas really some peasants
Please don't remind me of the time that i almost sent you to heaven
I'm sorry that
you with no stones more often than not
So I started saving up a collection
Now look at all the stones I got
I don't have problems, they can't scare me
home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five
Got fifteen
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five
Got fifteen
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
people been here
I see all of her friends here
Guess she don't have the time to kick it no more
Flight's in the morning
What you doin' that's so
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
sadness, no more sadness, no more trouble there'll be
There will be peace in the valley for me, for me
Well, the bear will be gentle
The wolf will be tame
salute the salvation
A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin
No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation
Artist in occupation together maintainin
Brain stainin,
motherfucking Gorgeous
As the gull wing doors lift
Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with
Sunk leather seats
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