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you're in crisis
And then he shows up right on time
He comes in hot when the room is quiet
You've mismatched garbage TV diets
But he's got your number
He

Anything to rap on beats, hungry for some fucking food
Too many topics that I wanna to talk too
I’m in between the old and the new school
Still searching for

Fuck TBT
Live in the moment the flow is so potent
Ain't nothing like Kodak
From the mud Eat my dust 
As I wipe my feet all you niggas the game is

me lately
I feel like I'm dreaming (Dream)
Voices in my head these motherfuckers keep on screaming
Too many shit on my mind
But i still feel fine
And i

should say anymore
Fuck your games I don't play anymore

I got my heart on my sleeve
That mean I'm ready for war
I still got blood on my jeans
I told you I

a while 
Was nothing 
I drop the games 
No fronting 
Patience like the salt 
In the bottom 
Of the hour glass 
Filling you up 
A crystal at a time 
Let me

nights I even slept with it
Daddy used to laugh
Swore it was attached
To my shoulder

Sometimes he'd let me stay up late
So me and him could watch the game

Yeah
Another cold winter
This is a true story at least it's based on one
My race against time but it's chased by rum
Too numb to take the lead
Stuck

gonna stop me
You ain't gonna stop me
Still remember all those days with Mommy Barbara and Papa Curtis
Car washes at Delta now I'm detailed by a private

friend had I not become his murderer 
 Still, I don't feel any shame 
 Oh, what a merciless game, 
 we play 
  
 Once upon a time... 
  
 Cold blooded

I am proud of you 

I got a medal when I was a child 
Just for being in the game that day 
I know we lost but we all still smiled 
We just wanted

you're fast asleep
Your time is ticking by
And it goes...

Make up your mind, what's it gonna be?
Coz you know what's been going on
And it's wrong, but

the same thing twice

I still dream of, flash grenades
Prayers that sound like children's games
Tenebraes and Passion Plays in papier-mâché 
The prophets

month ill join the working queue
Will she still be there when I get back
How long will it take for me to crack

Time is nearly up and so I throw my rifle

the game
You know I got the aim
Shooting from long range
Hitting like Desmond bane
Told you we outside posted up on the block
Balling off a brick bitch it's

inviting me, to all the fun
Lame hoes popping up, but I know the game well
If not a story to tell, bet that pussy on sale
Getting better, only gon' get

to leave you
But I’m pinned up here
By the things you want to hear
The things you wanna hear!

While you’re trying to find who was at fault
I'm already in

tryna kick up, go ahead if u wanna treesh
I'm in the stu by my lonely
All these niggas acting phony
It's like they really don't know me
It's like they

Taking Mine & Giving The Devil His Due

Kicking back checking the scene as time rolls by it's all obscene. Clearly noted as I pass ready to get down

a rainy  day,  a battle between  shades of  grey
I  recall  an ancient love, when  love was  still a  game 

BREcK

Twenty miles  away  from home, my world

nothing wrong with that 
my natural habitat is up close, 
i don't care if it's day or night

i wanna get intimate
so if you're still into this 
then let's

LOVE IS THE POWER

FAILURE TO PAY - EVERY OTHER DAY  
THEY GOT NO MONEY AT ALL - STILL THEY GET BY AFTER ALL  
TROUBLES TO FACE - IN EACH OTHER’S

love you
Now you're playing games
Why don't you pick up your phone
You got me on this ledge all in love by myself
Wish that you could feel all the rage

Lightning in a bottle
Firebolt from the blue
One in a million chances
Seemed to good to be true
We both know what this is
And we know what it ain't
I