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on the low.

Held your head high when they left you on hold .

So don’t come running back when it’s storming.

And don’t hit my phone in the morning.

Even if

waitin’
Faith in doubt out
Let this song be like a feather found by someone searching for a sign from angels
A seance
A siren speaking in tongues
Speaking

I’ve been klling it, put any hurdle in front of me I will get rid of it
Since the beginning been juggling music with education, this ain’t no dummy

bag 

Pass lil T a golden plate

He was hanging by on stage 

We was riding state to state 

Man would never slide

Shawty I’m for real 

I will never

dolphins I be speaking modest when I say cross me be cautious if you see a women by my side she a goddess and when she give me head then she leave I be

Running up that bag we working 

We not switching lanes we turning 

Up the music get to burning 

Shit occurring we be killing beats 

You yearning 

We

the music louder. Say she got that super head I wanna see the power 

If I flip it then it’s band and u know that
Picture perfect she a 10 where the Kodak

get down on both knees, off with your head
Dump you at sea
You'll be sleeping with the fishes, now go ahead and show me the money, ay

Fuck being

working hard with your music and shit
So, I was just, talking, telling you to keep going man, you hear me
You gon', you feel me this shit gon' work out for

Jeezy
Gettin head from a rat
Naw I ain't fuckin, you ain't burnin me
Respect you gotta earn with me
If you ain't talking bout a check
It ain't concerning

under drinking
Slowly sinking, let it sink in, i was distant in a instant
Got my head around and found my names a misprint
I've been rocking cosy ever

was flipped up on my head
When I had a kid
Cause I had to ask what it was
I would leave behind for him That he was inheriting
And I ain't talking no

to blast off
I done peeped the fake then I had to back off
Had to light it up, I ain't talking 'boutta match box
Photograph, take a flick
I ain't got a bad

amusing
I ain't talking when I'm making moves
And here you are trying to abuse it
Pull me out the groove
I'm just trying to make the music
Go ahead and read

breed, and I sing to a different key
My niggas depend on me
Niggas throwing parties, while I'm at the crib dropping heat
Talking bout VVP
That's very valid

Now indeed all I need is a drill and saw
While the clock go tick tick
I just sit with the thoughts of a misfit
Talking explicit
Aint gon stop dont

Enigmatic situations remind you what you've seen
Remember where you've been but you don't know what they mean

Midnight music ride the wave. Reflect

need a autopilot

It’s no secret
I thought by this time that a nigga would be shit
I’m in the bar yelling
Talking shit for no reason
Product of the music

the hell of it
Just got word
Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes
Damn

Gunned down, by his own mans
Crazy how, your enemy
Can be, your own friend
I come

a place I don't belong
The struggle in these halls the reason I'm so strong
The bars is broken by the lyrics in my songs
I write my wrongs
And manifest my

bitch paid for the RV
And the aim still crazy got it from the army
So I ain't gone miss if i chose to shoot it
Thats a head tap got to face the music

this
I know
By the way that I tell it
You know it for sure
Woah
I'm feeling funny like Justin Bieber man just check out the flow
Oh
Never feeling bad

ke mang
I'm stepping into scene, setse ke tsosa di kgang
Majita ba fologile ba batlana le di plan
Their music careers failed, ba latlhilwe ke monate

throwin, it really ain' love and I know it
Even when they be talking and showin' dhat shid, I can tell dhat dha lil shid be phoney
And that's why I just fuck