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Watch me walk through hell for you
I can't believe the things I do for you
And after all this time
You still haven't got a clue
That what I said was

you're  putting  on  your  makeup    
I'm  the  next  holiday    
I'm  your  team  down  by  six  
I'm  all  your  meals  at  once    
c  French  Blonde

And I'm drinking on my breaks but I never had the taste
I'm hiding parts of me that I used to be so proud of
And I'm trying to believe that I know what I am

believe but I'm thinkin' of you
This is all of me and this is what I do Yeah Yeah
Shooter shooter I'm comin' in like an intruder
Thinkin' I'm a virus way

For You
Lyrics by  Stoyan Zachariev

Love is in my heart and the feeling is so pure 
My spirit is high and soaring when I hold you tight 
Heaven’s in

The answer is lost, God knows the cost 
The bodies a mother, a sister, a brother 
You hold dearly to every last word 
Wonderin if your mother was

faith in the providence at dawn
the meaning of Persecution has disappeared into thin air
when you hold the ripped limbs of your son, then you're frayed

and
Whirlin' in a circle again
I'm blackin' out
Ass is down
Smash the couch
Wake up to bodies in the recycle bin
Fuck
What happened now
Torch ya' skin up
You

stayed by the shack like Kobe young
Back when I played Zelda wit my homie Quan
Bloods tried to recruit, like c'mon man you know we strong
Moms used

a class
You play with the gang and now they on yo ass
She giving me neck ain't talking bout giraffe
I do what I want cause i don't gotta ask
I count up

Danny's Song
Song by Loggins and Messina
People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one
And we've just begun Think I'm gonna have a son He will be like

it's easy to read em
Them niggas like to hold grudges too, you gotta watch how you treat em

I just pulled a strong arm with my hoe now we Sonya and Jax

they can't hold you up
They come and go, just like the clouds
In "now-now" that is where you're stuck
Living in the present moment like a horse, get up,

From the 904 where they kick yo door
Bdrrrr
Guap Shit
Man you know what the fuck going on nigga
I done been through some rainy days, and some long

had holes
But I reached down to try to find some anyway
But He said hold on to what you get

As Snow hits the ground
My bag got heavy
But Weighing

a nigga by his lonely
But I don't stress it, everyday a chance to get some money
And I'm the type of a nigga you read in the yearbooks
Ima go down in

I'm pacing
Say bruh, I'm aced up, my grade up I'm racing
Can't hold me down, no you can't push me backwards
Reading your character you know I'm a actor

dirt broke
So I went and copped a few bows
Exotic pack what I smoke hoe
Tommy bag hold the dope though

(Uh)

(Yuh)

When I pull up they all see me
You

BOAT
no matter what you've been TOLD
house gonna win no matter how many aces HOLD, motherfuckers always gonna FOLD

four daughters and a son
You can call us the Huxtables all these girls can controling these niggas' minds

because these niggas is gullible
Hold on slow

of representation, the sickness
Reppin' your colors, and picking your sides
Leisurely stuffing what you can inside
These acts and your pacts and privately owned

Unless somebody holds me down
I will crown the king of doubt
And anything I might feel now is
But despair and fear of what's yet to be
Or should have been

Da da da da....

All day
Baby you're just what I need
Hold me
By ya waist side Imma be
Okay
Take a little of piece me
Let ya know that I believe

I've lost
My faith
In others
Beliefs are
Under ravines
If not crafted
From my hands
Then what is
There to believe
With everything
I've achieved
I've