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with the flow of the song
That's for the people to decide
Ay, see fragments in the pitch black sky
See my glow as I fly right by
Got my CD flow in my

been
I say ca va bien
Your chick really playful she sliding my DM today
she go first coup on my PM when she comes by 10pm
For breath taking fast taken

Morant , Little bitch, I'm Ja Morant
Might be like T-Lanes if I Shoot, bitch, Do the dance
Ain't no stopping me from Doing my thing I be on Point with

God had to come and bless it
Living young and wild and free
Yea I made mistakes, but I learned lessons
We was just down in the dumps
Now every song is

secrets keep it televised televised
I ain’t been over in a long time
Every time I ask you seem like the wrong time
Know you heard on the streets from

It's you or me
Pistol in hand
Yeah I do the shooting thing
Niggaz in the streets rare
School is a sure thing
Hold up
Wait yeah
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up

Lying in the dark with you
Headlights coming through
The window
Miles away from anything
Shapes on the ceiling
Come and go
Drifting in and out

probably had took her 
I kept telling homie just go back to school 
Cuz she in these streets they don't play by no rules 
Only thing he seeing is the money

Inhale Positivity

Lazyboy

Lazyboy TV [Bonus DVD]

2006

The sound of a bird or the shape of a cloud

Do something different today, smile to a stranger on the street
Take a different way home or go by a CD
With

that hate the police
Came up on the estate, I was always on road
Guess you could say I was raised in the street
You niggas don't wanna come down here
Big

Paul Gilley wrote the words to the saddest song that Elvis ever heard
How come no one notices the loneliness in the singing of the birds?

Some nights

and die you just might
The thing is that she's out of grace
Again staring the shape in the mirror
Not recognizing the strange face
Searching for an endless

Even though
Even though she doesn't know who I am anymore
I hold onto her
In my dreams
Even with all the years spinning by me
The fallout informs my

11th that's how we took to the street
Whether government go hear the cries and the pleas
Day after day, city by city
Like wild fire we grew minute by

when the eyes got on us
Now who gone stop us?
Used to be death by designer
Now you dying in it. Who the pack, now?
Have your team on recliner
I'm

class from new york city to blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing
Cartier wooded frames sported by my shortie
As for me, icy

This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh) 
and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On) 

Drag-On 

They

Game

Kurupt

Up in Yo Yard

2002

the survivors survive in the world of survival 
Where your rivals always want to make it seem 
like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes

Cruising down the street In my 64
I been praying over the things that I previously wished for 
As I’m bumping easy e Finding the reason I’m here for

geeked
I got it down to a science
I Swear I'm die a real nigga
Runaway Slave
When my road comes to an end
Make sure that's on my grave
The streets don't

acting wild, acting buck
Until some real hitters come and hit em up
Got focused, got paper, and I got into my zone
All these things happened when I started

Shine in the glass, flag in the yard
Gun safe in the closet
Trucks parked in the yard
Dead end street, road followed by a creek
One way is, son don't go

It was my last choice
Nothing comes from nothing gotta put in the work
People I love hated on me and that shit really hurt
Now I can never get that

been on my mind
I see how people act now

That shit is wild
And I always been
Them grandmama child
I'm smokin' on wheelies loud

This shit come and get