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peas in the pod
I take comfort in the rod and
The staff of my God

All these rappers always making
Lofty claims like
"Yo, I'm what happens when
James

Loveless

Upchurch

King of Dixie

2017

Nashville myself
And I'll be sitting at a meeting till the business talk is faded
Just wishing I could be with you with a day well wasted
But these sold

Goodbye Again

Garnet Rogers

Speaking Softly in the Dark

1988

again

She keeps his picture tucked away
She thinks she'll have it framed one day
And maybe he'll come see it there
Hanging by her rocking chair

slaves
What the hell is with them kids these days?
Get ya guns, the guerillas gon' bang
Treat us like animals in this race
Put that banana clip in your

name?
Yeah, yeah, go on then, go on then
Say my name then
These same man don't want Junior
To come around with
Zayn, Javan, Jerome, Richard, James, Jamie

By James A. White

It happened when I was 10, 10 years old
I was a totally normal kid, the truth be told
Baseball, football, shy around girls
That was

contradict, please,

Just a dollar and a dream thinking money trees,
Plant my seeds in the dirt, then maybe one of these,
Will turn into something great,

back like lebron James
My struggles and my troubles, nobody knows them
And if they did they'd probably throw stones at the kid
Now tell me why these

my frick
James in the clip got me feeling like rick
Slow down baby what you thought you was slick
Heart cold as shit starting to feel like im sick
Sick

Im not dumb and I'm not like the others aye
Next year I'm dropping all bangas
Bangas On top of another

Ring around the rose
I'm so lowkey but these

on my own
If stars align the Earth, then our petunias would grow

I wish that life was easy sometimes
I wish these girls ain't greedy sometimes
I wish my

my demons
Now i see the reasons why it taught me all these lessons
How to be up in the sky, and not dwell with all the peasants
Use my presents call

day I'll be the LeBron James
Of rap and slam dunk it cause rap is a ball game
I'm going to win that and then I'll grab my pad and pen
My clique were

James
Young niggas keep shining 'bout to make it rain
I'm feeling like Gunna, Richard Millie plain
Trapping out the bando, stepping up the game
By

to press replay
But what's a dj these days?
What's a good song in these times?
How many more heat lines?
If you want soul peep mine
Industry stay on decline

to the oldies 
Euro steppin on these bitches
James Kobe and ginobili
Put up 50 on her
Then I dip out wit my homies
on my way to check my traps
On the way to get

niggas said you need to holla, b
Rus please tell 'em he don't wanna holla, b
Tell these niggas they don't really want no problems ,b
I'm too busy stackin'

by myself with Dawson
On the beat, we might put a Grammy
On the shelf, a kid can dream Cruisin burning green
I keep a backwood for the bad days
Hit

Jesus been righting my wrongs
My brothers been putting me on they blasting my songs
And singing along
Yahweh the glue so I'm reading James to try to form

counting up my dough
Wild life
Man I feel like Rick James
We keep playing wicked games
These days I'm so sick of lames
I was fucking twenty two year olds

veins
I’m the m********** modern day LL COOL JAMES
Not tryna put a title but I am that suave
Whoever question it, bouta get sent away 
Your man tryna spit

show these guys
My Read Receipts are on cuz I don’t need to hide from my no reply’s
In fact I’m such a straight shooter these days that’s what they know

Free
 Ay
 Until my coffin I’ll be scheming and plotting on these profits
 I’m swimming with the sharks you wiggle with these dolphins
 No Batman but

demon-time like Coi
My, (my my my), my chain's shining on her camera hotline bling
Trinidad James "All gold everything" (Yeah)
A Pretty-Boy wearing Gucci,