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New Vibe Who Dis

the old adage
Never judge a person by their worst picture
Gotta look deeper, gotta find a finsta

Got my own fam
Too bad you're not in it
I'm head

king but I don't even claim it
And the way things seem I'm highly underrated
Aggravated agitated not the one for much complaining
Getting faded my fuckin

don't wanna hear the young man say
"I understand how he behaved"
"I understand how he behaved"

"It's ok to be sad though, too, ya know?"
"I'm not really

but how are they to know

So I lay back down beneath an old patchwork quilt
Given by her sisters of perpetual guilt
And the bell in the church tower

And the man is a fetus
Picture that, put em in fetal
Tit for tat, but they too feeble
Me in tact…
Think you might want to relax
The syntax got em stuck in beta

cool, you got this
You fuck up in front of peers 
Oh my God, you’re flawless
You’ve been nothing for years
Look at the snowflakes crying up and down

feel slighted
Niggas be talking but when I'm
Around they real quiet
You can pray to Jesus all you want
You still dying, motherfucker

Ayo, this

know Him too 
Heavens have declared 
Evidence impaired 
Nonsense to the deaf 

I missed you 
The same old blues 
More of me 
And no excuse 

I picked up

This is Dancing in the Dark
Well, love is just another word
The times we shared were all just a blur
But I remember you singing in my old mustang

should've seen her face
The light was beamin
My heart was screaming I'm feeling great
I played the same game
But this girl she hit the pause
She saw right

853-5937

Squeeze

Babylon and On

1987

she get's home.
I rang her this morning so very early
The same old message coming down the phone,
I should go and see if her house is empty
Maybe

hungry
Didn't have a dollar, man that shit was ugly
Mama said be in the house by 7: 30
Mama, I'm outside with thugs
Doin' what thugs do hell yeah
We got

eyes looking at her face
And the sails are all ragged and rimmed by rust
I can't reach out when you're lacking trust
I run too fast but I don't feel just

movie night, how bout some old kung fu
We got our netflix and our hulu and our vudu too

3335 Johnakin Drive, I'm only coming home to you

a deep breath, and I cry, and I realize
And I let this end
I throw the postcard away
If you won't, then why should that old paper stay
Although I'm not

Fatality
For the life of me
I'm trying to find a way that I can cope
But these Constant pressures and this
Ghetto Drama

to the homie xan. 


 too much flavor to be bland. Wrote my first rap when nas said I know I can. I said I’m from the c but that really mean the land. We ain’t

brothers and sisters
Free will

Succumbed to desperation
Beat to shit by our own frustration
Now we’re force fed this old religion
None of this ever worked

to trade and this shit incredible
I be taking... to get my day by
Pouring out the... so I can get high
I need to taste that shit; you poured a what? In

Swim in the pool, I'm riding this beat, no hook
Niggas weakness understood, you ain't from the street, you ain't from the hood
Niggas really

of a perfect puzzle 
Metaphor for when I fuck yo bitch 
Bag o thin spliffs
csh it in this 
Now crash the new whip 
cnd slash the blue wrist 
The gash is too Sikk

tell you that we blood connected
Tired of reaching out favor and exchanged
We too old to be playing games
Growing up we was one in the same
I wear my

Her Prada shoes got a mini bag on it
Louis boots, I might just go and just bag this bitch
Ain't no 21, but you know I'm mad savage
Oota calling me

Is my arm round your side
Pulling you towards me for one more night
In this bar, I'm teasing now, your accent kicks, my eyes just start
My hands just