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The night is young, no song’s been sung, it’s Friday
We’re itching for a tune or two to play
When the phone begins to ring
We know someone wants us

losing, you drunk off the booze man I don't want to go to your funeral.

That fuel you be spewing, just feeding the flame, tell me what can I do for you

Just keep it natural, I'm in to dat
Stars in the sky, got the ceiling back
Hate it or love it I ain't really here for that
All of these digits will

Scammed Scammed 

My life story's pretty bland 
Heart got stolen then she ran 
I'm not giving her another chance 
I've been feeling this way, for

How do I know that you'll stay for real
How do I know that you won't go
How do I know that you'll stay for real
This time, by my side

You really

a swinging door
The dues have been minimal
Started out getting picked up at airports by chauffeur's
More than lucky that's for sure
Backstage
It's kinda lonely

is we been dying for years
It's time now
I got the grind now
Plenty of times I wanted to blow up like a bomb now
The time's ticking so it is in

the litest when they send the whole crew
Fuck The Breakfast Club
We in here for lunch and dinner too
Doing hoodrat shit, with my church-school friends
Never

cry
Shoot him dead them look into his momma eyes
At his funeral standing by his momma side
I seen the snake up in yo eyes as a youngin
I got my chips

friends
So I keep my circle closed
Spent a lot of time taking them for granted
So now, I don't
I remember walking home with my baby
Picking leaves off

attending your funeral
i hope you're 6 feet under by the time i'm home
now there's nothing left to say
you're better off dead anyway

today it's alcohol

With a lead pipe
It's your funeral, black suit/red tie.
Another one dead

One friend too many
Bitch close your eyes
Make your peace and say goodbye
I'll

Warm Embrace

Twista & the Speed Knot Mobstaz

Mobstability

1998

murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be	's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma

to convince themselves they cared
The world will cry
My friend
You were loved
By more than just the people who killed you
You will be missed
By more than just

(T-Shirts too)
Lost will to cry at funerals
Gotta shoot for stars (Always)

Aim for the moon
Praying not to leave Earth too soon
Dark clouds of a city's

by chance
Time to listen to gen z
In hopes that one day
Will be bright like Sunday
For Christian’s on Christmas
Don’t dismiss
The diss list 
Humanity

throwing
(for real)
I got bitches trying to skip the line
They conceited
(I swear)
I just finished fucking on her friend
She can’t believe it
(It’s gone)
I

keeps texting 2 am in morning
Shit, I don't know, but I don't treat her like my hoe
But just so you know; she's just a friend; we do text a lot though

I'm from a city where they used to sell slaves
I'm talkin down by river 
Where them niggas through shade 
Nobody want see you winnin 
Less you payin

Nah I let the beat go
Nah we let the beat go
Yeah, aye, aye, yo
I rip the paper straight out the diary
Reading what my mind been through
It's

Remember, the ones who, fell down and could not make it
So take it, live for them, carry the baton forward
I'll pay my respects by living twice as hard as I

claim you the best, better than Tourette's
No shoes metaphor for how many people gets
247 life is like: sending threats, lowkey
Then being pets being in

Tell a bitch
Fuck you my family proud of me
Bitch I'm a prodigy I'm the shit like diarrhe-
This is my diary of a wimpy kid
Only difference is when I

strange
That's why I ride soloooo
But shout out to my gang linked up strong 
Like locks and chains and for me they gon blowww
I'm thankful for the real