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the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed
over there nigga its three and out
I know my kicks and shit rare niggas don't seem em out
But they done seen some miles
I put my faith in my soles that
the bank
With his wallet in his hand
No babylon
So I said, hold up your hands
Got my knife in my hand
Two inches from his face
He's pissing his pants
Sweat
Flipping Benjamin's, my money in rubberbands
3 a.m I'm still working
Palms itching blunt burning
Designer clothes lil bitch I'm surfing
Dripping ice like
time, or maybe out of my mind
Maybe you can try sometime, a whole lot of bravery with a hint of lime
So sublime, that you won't be home by dinner time
All
with anxiety rumbling than angry storms in the night
Loving this life by the inches may seem so cynically cinched
and I know they might view this
in my garden in entertainment just sipping coffee
They missed and one of the hands flew and
Landed on my lawn leaking blood scared to touch
So I pick
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Deflate fake heirs to the throne or the culture abolished//
unapologetic so I'm set ready to bomb shit/
74 inches of obsidian in progress //
A promise,
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
seen the fucking sheep
I can't sleep without you right next to me
My girl, My baby
My queen, My lady
I'm stuck here by your side, but you're nowhere near
Yall talking murder but when you pull there ain’t no blood bath
You should Not be dirty in (vain ) vein blood take a bath
One man million
I ball no
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
miss potions
3 wheel motion
To the ocean
Then asleep dozed
Dozing, dozing, dozing
Gone by the big peach, sin city, & mx
Staying busy everyday working
gotcha
Race
Race
Check it
Three seats over there's a lady black
Entrusted to her care is a little white girl
And the fact of the matter is
When My Team Comes Through ft. MiAH (Prod. by Jacques Toni) lyrics -- From “My College Life Part 1: Lesson Learned” Album
MICHAEL DARIUS
your one night ho
But now I get paid cause Rick says so
[performed by Scotty Edge]
Blood is thicker than water, water's thinner than blood
We're playin'
serious? yeah I'm serious....what do you think? man that's the bosses
lady you're gonna get us killed. the bosses lady? fuck you man!....the
bosses
shot in the foot
Throw a couple at your knot like you playing shot put
Three-hundred rounds pop your hood, look like you were shot by an octopus
Book
Blazin' artist
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go
[Verse 1:]
Welcome you niggas to world war three
Turn his lights out I shine
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
eyes, but never knowin' what I'm gon' do next
I'm like outlaws, we warrior thugs
Showin' 'em our blood
It don't mean 'cause I'm a lady that I can't have
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
gotcha
Race
Race
Check it
Three seats over there's a lady black
Entrusted to her care is a little white girl
And the fact of the matter is
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