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in this bitch, fuck a 20, I can drop a whole 50 in this bitch
It get litty when it's Stevie Monclizzy in this shit
I'm that motherfucking nigga, I can

people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side

I think it's time we stop, children
What's that sound
Everybody look

the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my

I own a happy midget—I walk him in the yard
He's tethered to a leash—we don't go very far
Stumpy arms and legs—prancing by my side
He trains so

appreciation, no more hesitation, reparations
Focus on innovation
In the middle of the night, with a pistol by my side, there isn't no place for us to

Hide
When

Thank you, Thanks
Thanks ok, I appreciate that
Uhm—I go by .onlythefools
But, my friends call me O
And ahhh—I just wanted to perform this
This piece

It's a part of my DNA
I get lost and write a song
And then I just fade away
By the time I come back to it
I got some hits up on my sleeve
I keep a pistol

if you think I came to play
I'm putting in that work & building my shit up day by day
I think it's safe to say I'm having it my way
This song is

Diamonds and Pearls

Sage Francis

Li(f)e

2010

assume it's
a victimless crime watch dog has an owner that's abusive

Now isn't that ironic? With one hand in my pocket
And the other choking out

Yo
I'm bout to flip the game like Rodney Mullen Vs Deawon Song
Around the time I started smokin hay off bongs
Heads stuck in them Cali trees like

could deliver a message
Got the hustle of the streets inside her blood she's living reckless
Working hard for the money it's not a shame in her game
She

a fee
Especially, if u expecting blessings
Game far from cheap
Parton me, these diamonds talk for me
Don't even park by me
Real life, you on thin ice

me head first in them streets, ready to kill ish

I buck with you thug, but not like that
I sent a letter to your people, you did not write back
I sent

Woke up monday morning
With a bad back
Head full of piss
Thinking fuck that
I'm not coming in
Called my boss up sick
He said you're sacked
You little

Mafi D ain't playing games
Why he talking in 3rd person? Cause Derrick don't talk to lames
Got my bitch fucked by a nigga it's coo I played it same

And as the years go by you see with an understanding eye into the

Lives and loves, and friends there in that
Lives and loves, and friends there in that
Lives

a killer
Well hand me that pipe imma turn him to a zombie just like it's Thriller 
I asked him who realer 
I be in the jungle I'm deep with a whole lot

You can have my sweater baby lemme keep you warm
Breakfast in the morning to the sound of the alarm
Poppin all these perkies, hope that it don't hurt me

freaks, but get it right I'm cheap
I won't pay you could leave, with tonight's receipt
I'm in Alabama, or Louisiana
Ke'Noe and Dobey, BeBe and Jabber
When

someone to be
Don't save her she in love with the streets
Infatuated like coloreds with feet
Just increased my clout level by eighty three
I picture myself

getting rich
I still get it gone by the zip
Call it black magic like a trick
It's just me and glo in the trap wit it I'm like ace he be money mitch
And If

lean
I roll up that za puffin on that tweed
I stay in the field
ain't wearing no cleats
I got yo Shawdy and she stay on my meat
Hadda run the song back

and Greg Street
Maybe we can retreat to get a bite to eat
Take a night to sneak to a tightless suite
You can invite some freaks but get it right I'm cheap
I

Broken families, we call it Christmas tree 
Bells that ring, presents wrapped in string 
Cutting knots, we're quick to dismiss things
I don't know, our