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it’s door
So you can go home and do your chores
Acting all crazy, you ain’t before
Act like you road, but you a fraud
We from the west, you from the east

can't help but write some shit these niggas sing along
Nice guy is fucking gone
Dress like the fucking prom
Gucci shoe, Louis charm
And I'll be fine if I

it go
It's all part of the plan which by now is starting to show
The way I'm rising of course they want a piece
But I ain't ever gone sign a deal if

and the beats by me
Say more y'all hate
Then the hotter we write?
If it's wrong, I don't wanna be right
Pits in the booth, and I got a mean bite
Now the money

the prophecy
Like god damn we about to do things
Pedals get pushed to the floor
Flow traumatic
My girl hands wave out the window
It's Illmatic she tell me
Why

All you have to do is call me
We can walk around
The streets while in the city
I'll hold your hand beside me
'Cause I know
That this is where we need

don't wanna see my dead
Just the closest I can get to it
Find me not breathing laying on my bed
What y'all wanna talk about instead
Sense when something

at any source of it
This is the proof, y'all, that my Lord exists, I'm author
Made my bed this morning, I'm good
Made my bed this morning, I'm good
Made my

you want from me
At first you caught my eye
When I saw you walking by
I can't even lie
With nobody else
I felt this vibe
Something about you
Baby I

I couldn't grasp this shit just by wishing I had to get this shit
Fuck them niggas that counted you out they get to witness it
I fasted from my fears

by day, predator by night
If I make it to the weekend then I'll be alright, I'm
Living in a perfect world of make-believe
What's it really matter if

think about is you and push me to side
You hold grudges, can't forgive, man, you got too much pride
I can blame it on your age, you're 21, that's fine
But

the baby Ain't mine
I must admit this was a shady ass Time
By surprise what more can you say About life
Look at my pad like what more can i Write
Knowing my

and were free to explore 
And unfold the means by which they came to be

My loving god, I am grateful to be here! I fear you cause I'm so dirty
My heart is

pieces closer when its blood
Why do people lose interest when they age?
Yea, huh, I wonder
I am childish but know how to write a page
Yea, huh, with

karma
Now I know how to release the drama to prevent the trauma
All I gotta do is focus on the things that matter
Know about myself and know how to make

Oh my god it's Bryan Cranston
I loved you in breaking bad but
Can you shut up like you give a fuck
About Asians blacks or Hispanics
Millionaires

perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed.

If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love

know why but I feel like all I do is a damn waste
What a damn shame, stuck in the same frame
Surrounded by love's flames, honestly I'm exhausted
And it's

pockets on swole.
Quick to click like an empty chamber, i'm letting loose,
i'm getting high off a bunch of anger, what can i do?
I'm allergic to flaw kats

Where do I end if I have to finish
What do I write so you have to get it
I'm tired of learning from error
I just wanna know what I'm missing
Admit it

a misfit
May as well enjoy the ride
When it's over I won't miss it
All this pain I keep inside
All I know is keep adapting
Am I crazy or I'm fine? don't know

do is smile and swirl your hips
Damn it gets me all the time
I can’t even think
Without thinking of you
I’m so gone
I can’t even sleep
Without dreaming

who are
Not one of us
You can write
About how this feels
And how your life
Is torn apart by the laws we apply
We know you're a child
But it won't count