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proper (proper)
Oh oh oh oh

When I was five, I almost died
Wait! nah I was three
My mom? where she supposed to be
Right by my side
Yeah through everything

crippin', on set drippin' wit baddest
Bitches smokin', exotic', ain't takin' pills, rockin designer shit

I'm by myself sippin lean, me and my niggas, we

go stop to judge 
Make we enter church and feel the love oh (I wish) 
 
(I wish I wish i wish)
(I wish I wish i wish)
(I wish I wish i wish)
(I wish I

LITTLE BIRD
LITTLE BIRD AIM INTO THE SKY
LITTLE BIRD STOP TO ASK ME WHY
FALLING IN TOO DEEP, TO THIS LOVE WE CREEP
CHURCH BELLS CHIME

I WANT TO KNOW

Hit the beat it snaps i'm not Jack
You can't put me in a box
I'm In 'N Out real quick like a routine stop
Unless you black getting frist by the cops
I

thought your mind could run
Parham
I’m sorry that we never had the chance to stop by for a while
Parham
An angry train is running rampant and it’s had no

the mark in sight again
Let Yah judge my heart repent and confide
I wrestle with demons wrestle my spirit, wrestle my conscience
Ostracized by the church

You think God would forgive me if I
Stop and just call it all
Sometimes you got to speak in existence
You don't want to pray right now
Cuz' you feel God

change my lane
Lately I been locked and loaded
More controlled more options
I plot, then go with God no one can stop me
No man, no ma'am no animal and no

would listen to
Done turned into my rivals
Yeah I do this for survival
Do this for respect
Living legend on my stomach
I predicted I was next
Unfazed by

Going hard on my liver
Feel sorry for my bladder
I stop when I die bitch it don't even matter
What you doing E shit climbing up the ladder

let's have a face off
On John Travolta, wet 'em, Super Soaker
Stop, the double Glock pop on the knots
B, we keep it G to the C note, we so
Below zero

is green
Niggas be claiming they bosses
But they sweet like Boston Baked Beans
Don't rendezvous with lames man
Surround me by them real G's
Party in

I'ma pop pop, stop it
Then somebody finna pop, lock, drop it
My symphony don't play sympathy
If you seekin' me to get a cent from me
You gon' finally see

Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man
I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed
To stop, I can't, because

Throw your diamonds in the sky
If you feel the vibe
The Roc

with Twenty Three
Lend me
Your energy
Can't stop bopping to this beat
To this beat
Engineering by SickLonely so you know it's sounding clean
If I don't

costly
Them frail bars see, thats where you lost me
RIP Jose T and Sean P
God took them, but you're allowed to walk free
I'm a by product of stop six
Where

these pussies act frail
Cuz these the same tough guys that come by and try and tell me that they tracks real
OG s told me load the shells with gloves

these lessons

Was once committed to God
Found peace in the church
It put a target on my back
So it wasn't worth
Worth losing those I love
And valued time

or mama dropped us as babies
Raised by a pack of wolves infected with rabies
I don't know, all I know is I been doing it since the 80's
And still love it

dynamite
Young God bitch I stay fucking hype
Moving that work by the church yard
Still smoking tryna stop
Tryna get my saves up like Courtois
Plotting

and full of pride
Moving in the flesh starved my spirit
I was really sick even at the church visits
Sitting in the crowd like how many minutes
Like I'm

the clientele
Smokin I'm high as hell
I'm talkin my shit cause I'm on a roll like cottonelle
And I only smoke the best you can tell just by the smell
And All this

out the dark, here's the scary part, I don't have a heart
Taken by a wendigo that's so long ago, I've been all alone
Rippin' up every verse like I burnt