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but deep down I was eager
To blow up as I should take my momma out that hood
Strapped to the waist lacing up my boots
Took a bold step when it was time

ya
Your youthful body's left marooned
By the time that's passed to spite ya
We all feign ignorance
When things get hard to handle
But you make no sense

I ever wanted to be is who I
I had to choose studio sessions
Over dates
Spending money to go to a gig
And never getting paid
Calling niggas to record

that someone else’ll make it okay
I hear it gets better the louder you pray
And by the way,
Happy saint patrick’s day

stories in the building
Read them out loud

All the kids that never get to grow up
Bodies hanging from the branches
Parents swimming in blood

Leave my

a controller trigga
Life is beautiful you gotta see the bigga picture
Workin hard weak stomach cuz that broke shit make me sicker
I keep a 42 behind my back like

Ima ride on the board
It’s making me nauseous
I’m nauseous
I’ll get over it soon, eventually
Made up my mind save more money for me
Gotta walk in

go to court I won't testify
I need direction and a money supply
No more can I turn a blind eye
Now is the time to get clean
Realise my actions won't go

the minimum wage
The minimum age, the day we was born
Money come and go but the will never torn
Chasing the knowledge not chasing no penny
Not chasing no girls

funny 
See the things people do to get money 
Still you survive with your eyes 
Like shine shine bobo 
My people happy when the see me 
On there T.V
Kids

over I was speeding by forty
He gone have to Find Nemo he ain't Finding my Dory
Before they put a nigga under ima get my glory
I'm knowing time only gone

go hard when I pull out my stick (Aye)
Shoot you in yo stomach if you wanna talk that shit (Aye)
Big bands coming if you wanna talk yo shit (Aye)
I be

Yea, but i'm wishing you were near me
Just hold on, wont be long, i'm gettin' money
I got plays like a pond, it can get ugly
So much hate where i'm from,

on going nigga
I can't fucking rest
And the birds starts flying
I hope that my angel
It feels like a dream
Nigga I hope I wake up
Woo
Snakes pass by

marlin Brandon
Money music to my ears
Play the banjo
911 Marcalogo
Move coke by the cargo
Paint pictures Leonardo
French Guiana got them euros
Benjis man

promised that tomorrow would bring
Gave me a reason to get out of the bed
You fancied driving to a mountain to climb
Well if you want to then go ahead

Cause

mistakes
They don't see the work that you went through to be in the spot that you placed in
I see the work but keep going
Money coming as soon as you make it

a blindfold hoping that it will bring
The, Metal made to mould my key
That will wilt this petal cage holding me
Darwins got a firm grip
I don't welcome

I'm still learning
These lessons are proving to be valuable
I'm seeing ads that really don't reflect the actual
Cannot decieve whats in the mirror,

in your mouth
Cause you steady talking bout me
Haters know
They can't get on my level
My confidence make'em trigued
Intimidated by my passion
They

with the shit I ain’t need a flow
Wait
Loose gripping bottles
Be leaning sideways

I bet you ain’t look
Nah don’t gimme that look
I don’t go by the book

The city feels so right when you're by my side
I know what she like
She know what I like
Yea, you know I'm here to stay
Makin my own wave
Catch me

games look like
If All The Niggas Died
Well, they wouldn't loose no sleep at Yale
If All The Niggas Died
But, they would loose a lot of money in jail
If

(Ok)
Address em
By a name
(Ok)
Now energy appear
(Ok)
There is a
God I fear
(Ok)
But theres a book
Unclaimed
(Ok)
And I'm still
Se-ri-ous
(Ok)
But with