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I just want
What I can't get
And I'll never have
Cause we try too hard
And we crash course
When I'm not sure
Circumstances
Have their own way
Fuck
'Raw' I'm 'Delirious' nigga it ain't Eddie
It don't matter I don't chatter at all at y'all
The new data is out of an old catalog
The instinct is that
Yo, fuck having my neck dripped with jewels
That don’t mean shit
This man behind this rhyme is
The nigga that’s slick, licking
My thumbs
Counting
Old friends turned to fake
Fuck I’m way too baked
Tokyo is in it
Tokyo the name
Chokin' by the chain
And never speak again
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo
Had to block my old bitch, yeah, she dead to me (Dead to me)
Bein' on is my motherfuckin' destiny (Yeah, Drank God)
Burner on my waist, yeah, this
dead body's how you'll get your wish
They want me to do
(This and this and this)
I asked what else
(This and this and this)
Man go ask someone else
(You
are not G's so don't watch my face
Ladbroke Grove is where I re- who?
Man get burst up in the G- who?
Came back with a fresh one, it's new
Don't
family in a week or two
I got to get up back out there I want to do it again fool
Gettin' cool with the old ass maintenance man
I told him, "If you
Piled up to the sky, what a sulfurous smell
Man, the ghouls on the beach, they were hotter than hell
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I popped the old man put
don't let me pass you by
And they can speak our names in a dead language
'Cause you and I, we're alive
But just for a moment
I'm twice the man that
position in the beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his wife
Too many lost kids in the night
Hand on heat, grippin' it tight
Any
Certified a hundred 365 days a year
I Never ever had fear
Run up and get killed
Look Westside where I'm from
Man the hood is called NeedMo
Stick together
Knives in our hands to the sound of the click
And now we're ready, we hit the swoove
Windows ease down we spray their crews
Eight fools dead, a baby too
or as the final
Word of whatever God may be
Christianity has given us an image of
Death and sexuality that we have based
Our culture around a half
Naked dead man
hopes were dead
And the wine was runnin' low
And the old man came home
From the forest
His tears fell on the sidewalk
As he stumbled in the street
You may thinks this way so when I say You better push play 'cause I'll be dead by day I'm dead fool How you gonna kill a dead man I'll be dead by day
lieutenant
Do you got time to play the crime lieutenant?
See time is the asset, how you gonna spend it
The way you handle yours will be well documented
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
the way getting shook
You got to play the game by the book
I fuck around and your life getting took
And last but not least, when you make that money
nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
Have you ever held the hand of a dead man
I miss the old days
I miss the old memories
I miss my bold ways
I miss my gold fantasies
But I can't turn away
There is just way too much to pay
If
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Parnado The Way That I'm Stressing You Niggas I'm Gone
Rest In P. Rickado Markardo Our Nigga Be Gone cnd We Better Be Strong
Life Is Soo Hard But ct Least
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