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of the way we swing, and the underground talkhowyalike posse.
[Ah, ah, ah, I feel like a nice big bowl of cereal, icy cold milk]
[Daddy, can I eat some ice
front porch
And I like the way he leaves 'em sittin' by the screen door
That's how I know that he's home and he's all mine
Oh, he's why
Girls like
cmplifica la rabbia di noi divergenti
Strema la frustrazione di voi deficienti.
Shango and the posse iconoclast
Rolling down onna board and I'm bound
brother's keeper, it gets deeper than the posse
Heart got broke, I won't let it show
Type of healing that I do is money in a vault
I don't think it's funny,
Yow papi
Y’all better find a way to stop
Ugh
Born and raised to win I’m skilled to kill
Instincts grimey, never scared of them
They can't test
whoa-oh, singing oh Santa Rosa
Whoa-oh, high and low-oh-oo
Then one day, sang ol' Craig,
I'll be free to go my way
And be standing by the bay at Santa
should the verses I have laid
Be more important to me than the persons I have raised
I guess I'm saying that to say that opportunity
But they just don't
Before we flood this shit that'll go through your whole town
Motherfuckers know we makin' y'all drown
I dare y'all
I was born in the ghetto, raised in
Woke up this morning like I always do
I still like to think that I'm new
Time just gets its way
Strawberries left to decay
Can't find my pants
she's weakly payin'
I know it's a blessing, that I raised kids cause I got skill
And thank God that gangbang thing didn't bring me hot steel
Now my
Now let me show you the way that I glow
The way that I glow aye
The way that I
The way that I
The way that I glow
The way that I
The way that I
The way
I stopped by old man Dolby's store
For cold ones on the way
We bagged 'em up and dropped 'em down
Out back, by our old place
It won't take long
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
stay a closed book?
Guarded by a strong mentality
That everyone's out to get me
Would you have raised me?
If you had realized
How much money
How much
even gotta wait
Yea, when I hit the mall, I hit that bitch in the face
God be so good to me, I just gotta stop and pray
By the way, my jewelry
then change the channel
I’m the lil Nigga that raised the standards
Hunnids on hunnids I’m holding for ransom
still adding dollars on dollars
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
on fraud & moving work
Think that I'm Bob Marley by the way a nigga burn
Semi automatic reason we don't have concerns
Gods gift that's the posse
Nigga that's
I'm feeling the weight of the passing days
Each phrase takes a moment that I could save
They say, "Live while your young," but I'm restrained
By my
a gun
Raised around killer ever since that I was young
Swear I miss my Grandma and them times that I was young
Aye I raised up by pimps and dope dealers
the persons I have raised
I guess I'm saying that to say that opportunity
But they just don't equate to all the time they take away
From the kids all the shit I
(Mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this defect is ground
(Mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this defect is ground
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