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she verbally challenged
She my key to balance
Put it into words I couldn't even imagine
So I ain't I'm bout to black man what you think
You in the water

no trouble, no trouble

Sunny Drive, sunny vibes
On CP time, feel that line
Lemonade my wine, down time
Driving on highways, 95

I'm a cute black boy

You can be a millionaire
Found in your limo
Gasping for air
With your dip off
With a few in your torso
Gotta keep it low key
They'll never see you in

a fuck weather im wrong or right
No matter what i sell e soshanguve bazo si buyer gazi oh black Jesus aba bhaya bayangifela ekasi
Ngathi ophethe i key

And Eli Schwebel's Lev Tahor
Forever Will These Songs Resound - On Data Sticks and in the Clouds
Chaim Dovid Ya Ma Mai - No Key for Leiner is too High

Produced by: Jacob Radin, Byron Beard
Lyrics: Jacob Radin, Matthew Kolonis

Yeah
Said I been bad, talking past tense
Had to level up, haven't looked

probably the song where the lyrics aren't trash
Articles actually answer when I aim
Best boy back half black with no shame
Nickels to niggas never mention

the hinges off every door/bvelela ni sa kho tongisa sa do ramba vhaloyi/u dzika ndi zwa ndeme calm is key part essential my boy/the no handout taking solo

the spaceship through the south side like a martian
300 Spartan black batman Joe Clarking
Gun sparking eightball I'm pool sharking
I put a chain around my neck

steady trapping these black boys
Got em thinkin they can't work for themselves
Treat our lives like movies on a shelf
So what's the point of life if I

down on one knee

I fell in love and we goan' go to the movies in VIP
Pull out the red carpet for a lovely queen come stand right by your king
I got

shit be atomic
Like an avalanche. Yeah that shit be plunderphonic
Like the black keys. Yeah that shit be pentatonic
And get on your knees and you'll see

Check
Sky my limit, betting with the pen, promised bro I'll be a winner
Gotta hunger for the rich boy, need a rolls royce when I sink skin deep in my

black Billi born in the 'Boro
Country boy
Put a chalet by a meadow
With a whole gang of niggas
Grilling off the flambeau
Whole block party
Turn the city

Lot of death in em' really ain't no peace til we pass
We was bagging up dog food purina by the half
I might bring the whole squad through so you can see

I'd hope to see her soon
And she knows that
Plus by this point, we've come too far to go back
She's wearing her best heels and a classy dress with no

in this poetry
Young black never lack
Hemingway
Who I portray
Wished on this since the pistols was paper mache
Bitch nigga I been this protege
Ya man

a key higher
Pull it with pliers
And, I could fake love
I could fake love
And it would be finer
And it would seem dire
Than your real love
Than your real

with the leaves blowing off steam laying in the lilacs
Or parked by the park on the avenue after riding with the crew buick draped in all Black
I could

Langston, and Wright
This black boys making it fire
But yet they try to shade the pariah uh
Ayo I been getting busy
I smoke you like a chimney before you can

sing a song for ya
All my diamonds in key
I got five hoes rocking one mic
It's a 5th harmony
Me and my niggas in paris
White hoes love my steez
She let

lambos and all sorts
I done did that you man are small talk
Head licked back nizzy got caught for
Blacks snitched ahk on a real one
This is real life you

talk's in them two
You know as well as I do

And corduroy ripped out the knees
Runes all sewn into his face
Says I knew your da, boy, your da and me, sure

Fucking mammoth, the crew is steady jamming
Repping agnostic buddhist
Chucking claiming Janice
Prancing all over beats just like your
Boy was still