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On the day you left 
I could tell by your text 
That you were gonna ruin my life
'Cause bug eyes get a good look at the windshield
And in that

I'll make her day
Her boyfriend's at his best friend's home
I said I think he's gay
She say's she hates the player kind
So I better stay away
So I said

mum rolled though with that good food
So you know that that shit's authentic
Yo I ain't gotta do no mentions

Yeah, see it ain't my fault when you came

before it means hello?
And why them signs come around when I need them the most
All these questions I need a feature from Mos

Find me

Getting roasted by

Caught you sittin’ by the stand  
Feet were sinkin’ in quicksand       
Said come quickly                 
Lend a hand
Take 2 steps forward

I'm Ready

AZ

Decade 1994-2004

2004

the good news sunk in
He paid a heavenly price
By giving His life
And I can't wait to go home to Him
I'm ready to go that distance
And God only knows

got a house that stretch across 300 acres
It's the same size as the Staple Center for the Lakers
I got a court so if Shaq wanna play
He can come to my

ah ah

So now I'm stumblin home through the park
I hate the weather and how early it gets dark
But summer's comin like some long holiday
What she

up
To act responsible

It's 2AM now so I won't get back to sleep
All my problems want to have a word with me
I don't want to get up
I feel terrible

dough, girl this is my bakery
Don't worry, I'll be fine
It’s not like you've even tried to hit my line
Your friends were jealous, Oh, so were mine
Now you

yourself and make your dreams come true
If you can't love yourself ain't nobody gonna give a good cahoot
You gotta love yourself
Baby, baby, baby got to love

all good and catch my breath 
Call from back home shit another death  

Bitch Im grindin' ain't gone never wait 
The Only time you dying when you

Well a man may ail, but
No man’s alone
I peddle miracle wares
Make myself at home
I ride 89 horses
Ride ‘em to your door
Young man got a snake in his

matter
Oh right
No lie
New dough like a bakery, watch it rise
That's all I, That's all I, That's all I get homie
Tell ya girl be home by 9 she ready for me

a woman, Who will be so good too you
You know that nothings certain, But you dont really care
With a broken Yellow suitcase, To match Your Golden hair

Whoa

want you more

You look so good when the moon's out
I gotta get you home right now
I wanna be touchin' & lovin' on you
And you already by now
I've got

a witness
You guilty by association
So let's call tonight a celebration
Of our brand new look
And you the page that became a whole book
IYessss

Parallel

and less of a man
Now that you're gone

I come home from working all the long day
She starts setting in on me
She say's the baby's been crying, the house has

Same swing in the same park
Same cop come to kick me out after dark
So I head home, but I'll move slow
Same chairs in the same church
Same song with

come home
Stumblin' and fallin', impaled by a garden gnome

Trying to get my song on the radio
Chasin' down my deer is my cardio
Got to crash my Kia so i

You cut the grass all goddamn day
Come home and just turn on the TV
And dream about moving away

But your belief will break so easily, and fold

on Chief Keef you niggas retarted
Get money without the beef, that's how you get farthest
But the good die young, so you die regardless
Love the niggas in yo

getting the bread 
I'm on the come up it's straight from my head 

Coming off da dome 
Why does everything look better in chrome 
Why dat lil girl she don't

Another night has passed away
And I'm sitting here alone
I'll be home, very soon

If only I could see you now
Then I'd feel good everywhere
I don't