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hope
But I still count the blessings
Question what I know
Even though
I know it don't help me
Blade buried deep
In my throat
Got me stressing
Fade with

To the hospital back home
Grabbed my Momma's hand
Fell by the bed
Crying momma please
You made me who I am
I finally understand
If you just stay here with me
I

hit the lotto
Lost count of the abv’s
With my blessings to follow 
Can you hear me now?
Zig zaggin roun the city gassed fuck it I’ll paint the town

no one to hold you by your side
You go back to hiding in your mind
You find your life and the memories inside

And they tell you
Count from One, Two,

everything he has
Time flies in straight lines
And it can never turn around
This explosion should redefine me
But I'm so used to the sound
Because this cold

I nod to the beat, I hop to the beat,
Let it spread through my bod like salt in the sea
Let it grow from the ground, I'm a farmer to be
Let me talk

the things i used to do
I was told could be self distructive
Mommy beat me in the head,
'Til the things i did was productive
That's why i count my every

Project Love

Sunz of Man

Freedom of Speech

2004

This for the baby mothers, broken hearted
Five seeds in a one bedroom apartment
I feel the hunger of my brothers eatin' out the garbage
And all my

Pretty (In a Pretty Sort of Way)

Slow Gherkin

Run Screaming

to watch

On and on but why'd you go and leave me?

There's something odd about you, what it is I couldn't say
You're just pretty in a pretty sort

niggas out here moving fake
Gotta pay attention niggas be imposters
So i keep it by the waist
Balling in the paint like im iguodala
No i ain't tryna leave

in Dior nigga I see Dior with them bands out/sexy classy fenti on when I'm nasty/first place who passed me/hoes mad they can't catch me/big tipper for

exquisite bitch up on the side of me
Got the stainless grip up on the side of me 
I just got a grip up on this shit 
Pull up in exquisite foreign whips 
I

'm like but I'm like
Ooo yea out here flooding but my ankles they so cool yea
This that new no it's not still like 
Ooo yea
Gravity can't hold me flying

like Yogi
Light this blunt out for Smokey
Ops so pussy they won't smoke me
Snatch yo head I need a trophy

Kill thot by my side Black Mamba
You ain't

Count on me wherever you go
As long as defeat is our main goal
We're brawling through this night together
We're stuck here just failing forever I knew

whip 
All these niggas still hating saying that a nigga  couldn’t even do this 
Now look at me now bitch I know these hoes out feel stupid 

Niggas out

Angels And Demons

Front Porch Step

Aware

2014

You got two eyes that took me by surprise when you walked by.
I think that I could die a thousand deaths and still turn out just fine
If I could

something 
How's it feel to feel something 
I'm the king of one nights
She's the queen of alright
Royalty in our right
But we're ugly to the sight
Body counts

than this John and junior
What you've given
How you pray
What this means
What awaits you more than John and junior

Go on
Accuse me of existing in

Polk Salad Annie

Richard "Groove" Holmes

Live at the Lighthouse

If some of ya'll never been down south too much
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this 
So that you'll understand what I'm talkin' about
Down

for me
I know I'm falling behind
This impatience on my mind
I'll make it to you again somehow
[03:19.84]
What can I do when you're so far
In my mind is

Tryna count up all this paper, please stop asking me for shit
Like, I’m bouta boss up; know some people said I crossed up
Let your feelings get attached

throat
Why can't we sleep my lunar child pray tell
Free from the horrors inside of this hell
Chained at the feet
Locked in a cell
Trying to think but

I feel like Roddy
Someone grab the shotty, me and skinny
I be riding with that pistol
While I count my money
Stay protected from these pussy niggas