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a book by its cover
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Somethin' told me from the get-go you was the wrong dude
What looks good ain't always the best for you
But I'm

Like throwing away a watch

U niggas wasting ur time



Street smart and book smart

I can do math 

And write a dissertation on how to make

Paper from

I been pouring up till the bottles are down
Feeling judge by the people I'm around
Antisocial I been in this club
Not even 18 and I have been in love

This song filled with discernment but can you really judge me
Living in the trenches I won't teach a soul to love me
Crying on my lyrics but I know

crying about
Bitch is we gonna fuck or not
Whether I like or not
I'm caught up in his trap
Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back
But I can't do shit

don't trip, got you
Riding in the passenger seat
Tryna find a place where the two states meet
MA go to NY, you can't deny, we look so fly
When we fly by

who fucked him for a dub
Don't even know
What I'm fighting for anymore
You got right to my core
I can't think straight
When my thoughts are clouded by

warmth
Silence broken by waves, chills cover my neck
It's time to go home
All the doors are locked, and the blinds are drawn
And the fear of imperfection

run back to you
Can't keep this up anymore I know
Letting it all bleed out, now ion know what to do
I hear people when they talking about me
Blackin out

by birds
You flirt with a Flurry, you're blunt and you boast
You only get the message when you're stealing people's post
 
This Angel of Death killed

Told him to look me in the eyes baby are you in it 
He knows I ain regular that's why he sticking to me 
He grabbed me by my waist and said I know you

‘Bout to go y'all
Been a pleasure to know y'all
And I'm letting you know
Pack your bags, get your records
Start rolling out
I'm letting you know it's been

of the odds and yell out f*ck all y'all statistics
Had to get it out the mud like a soldier hit some missions
You know life is kinda hectic when you don't grow

foul shit, but I ain’t mad at cha
My attitude is fuck it cuz muh fuckas love it
We come from baggin up them fingers
To the judge we chuck it
They wanna

can't be touched like I caught a cold 
I ran out the dirt now they judge the sold
Judging the cover how the story goes
Built from the bottom no shorty bro

Yeah
If you can't finish it, I don't know why you decided to start, is what I say (Yeah, yeah)
Right 'fore I traded the phone at Verizon, I had

Slaughta Man Down
Sometimes ion get shit like
Same niggas say they with you
Be the same ones that cross you in the end
And its like 
The more you try

verses in bathroom that might be my office, fuck the money
I judge an artist by his lyrics hear me, if this is war my shots don't bungle that's why you

and it’s gonna get ugly
Two pills just to switch out and zone out my body
Can’t talk to you baby I’m really damn sorry 
My **** in her mouth it’s just one

Don't Know Nobody

Capone-N-Noreaga

The Reunion

2000

on the beats I can't be locked up
They had evidence, make the scenery all dense
But it's Ok my lawyer will approach the bench

Chorus:
I don't know nobody,

a few mistakes, it demolished the mood
I wanna make it up with the knowledge improved, I got locked up
Can't acknowledge the rules
Of living in society

they'll prolly only recognise my genius sad the day I do a Vincent Van Gogh Praying on my redemption arc just like the Book of Job Pray for Prez like you

glide
Oh my god
I judge a book by its sides
Choppa blew out his front
So I improvise
Got a fraction of his body simplified
On my daddy
I been cold since

sign, whats your light
Looking at skies with a Mercury mind
I cant get blind by the shine of the lies
This illusion so man-made
And its so damn fake