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Do You Got That?

KJ-52

Yearbook

2007

need to be on
Now you need to be warned
You can only make it all up in your life by yourself so long
Without Christ 'cause his life was born
And he gave

Always Here for You

KJ-52

Yearbook

2007

To my unborn son this is for ya
This song that I've done it comes straight from your father
It's 2006 I've never saw ya
But I'm wondering what your

Paying My Way

Glen Hansard

Didn't He Ramble

2015

there's not much change in the weather
On this long walk home to you in the rain
And there's not much left in the purse now
By the time the bills are

up and get ghost
Pop bottles make a toast
N***a holla at me
Whole squad gotta eat
All we know is keep it g
On our way to the top
We gon make it happen

in an office watching computer screens
Citizens are robbed, raped or killed
Chances are slim of getting caught by 'The Old Bill'

In that green

Bamba kaskey 
Samana 
Y'all, Then we dey Hibernate 
By now we back 
To saturate 
To choke you bad and make you gag 
Know you wait na ma da 
Now

weed in my blunt
And they tell me I'm the man
Don't do it cause of them
I just do it cause I can
Born a legend Jackie Chan
Only pushing by the pound
So

is unlimited (uh huh) 
I'm born to fight
Stackin money day & night
Made a K in 45
My green got me more than high (uh huh)

Kickin flave, Kickin, kickin

was born as a target by laws
And a target on the street so the gun in his draws

Take a walk with the world's most hated man
And the most emulated, you

hurt me 
And my heart a lil soft 
I was born with the shit

Yo favorite rapper bought
But ima get this money right

So my struggle was the cost 

Ion

to keep it honest
Bill money probably dirty but he gonna do the shit he promised
Imagine being at the bottom
We raised by our mamas
Every time I hit

off days
But tryin’ to be woke is a joke when you broke every month
Tonight we found out that baby is with child again
We got the bills piled high, she

back to the hood spend bills and make change
Flourish 
Take a lot of soul to move with courage
To dig deep and not settle for what is surface
To think

Brain gone crazy
I'm a product of the system
Middle finger up ion ever really listen
All about the Bill like my last name Clinton
Ask me what my job is

know that I’d made it out
Yeah, you know what it is
Tough times make diamonds within
Not the glam and the glitz
Or the fake dollar bills
I’ve been going

admit it
Hit it then I quit it and I don’t pay a visit
I don’t pay no bills
And I don’t pay no tickets
I ain’t paying for no Pussy all that shit is just

Hypocrisy flies by blind eyes
Deaf ears told to fall in line
People born and buried all alone
Creatures afraid of the unknown
Now not even the angels sing
So

repeat
Rizzy on the Beat and our thoughts align
We're zest from an orange rind mixed with bitter tea
And this is me, not too indiscreet
This whole time

the paint Michelangelo this ain't a game
This finesse think it fit up best inside the DIA
No delay, want my bills in blue and want a great estate
No mistake,

Allow me to tap into my capacity casually
Turning levels to eleven, no fallacy
It's unlimited, get it in, hit or miss is prohibited
All or nothing

how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind

You're born then you wake up
And you never realize
What the truth is behind this life
You play with your dolls and you draw on the walls nothing's

the electric bill again...

clice sleeps on the sofa with a slew of men all born from incest 
who drag their muddy boots around the house, tearing up the lawn

wonder how I keep from going under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is within you the saga continues
And only God