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it's thick and wicked get that through your head
I got a new life in Christ with a different way to live it
Cause when I sin I repent, everyday is a new

probation
Learned to be Men when we was boys so we ain't doing no complaining
Bad come with the good of course though i ain't give no invitation
New places

Living in a maze he amazed by the dips 

Triple og at twenty hellcat with the hemi smoking bogeys with the henny Main fiend jenny told him about a play out

other by their screen name
And only time they reach out is on your B-day?
What? part of the game is that?
This the new reality tv, it's all an act
Up

loaded, wheels on the road now the gang froze
Now they starting over stuck in safe mode, tunnel vision so I always face forward
Closet full but I wear

Memories of the past, and the times that we shared
Back at Jordan High school living life without a care
Backflips off the building, fear was never in ya

gaunt New England chin against the cold which lay more
in his heart than in his thermometer,
living on 19 cents worth of beans a day,
rewriting (for

They're protesting. Marching on the concrete.
Another black boy dead by his moms feet
Hysterical, he had a job that was clerical
People used to say

winning 
You could tell that a young nigga winning 

(Verse 1)
Only 24 check how I’m living,
U can’t even tell I just came from prison, boy Fleet of them

I Ain't Got the Fever No More

Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes

This Time It's for Real

1977

a little surprise for you, baby 
The old boy is back in style
Yes, he is

No more sleepless nights 
I'm all through walkin' the floor 
I ain't gonna

make me a better me
I'm tryna get to the new money
Put all that ​shit up
We gone make that shit elderly
Boy you must not know
You only get one life
Why

world we living in done lost its fuckin mind
I tried to tell myself that it over better over time
How you expect for me to act
when people always talking

at the show
Shout out my boy Creek
Hit the west coast I had to leave
You can picture me flying over sea
New city every week
Make a stop at Rome
We’d be filling

I don't give a fuck cause I'ma make a grand
And I sing but I'm not in a band
Hop on sick tracks with Sam
Tell that boy spin back, is that really your

to a saint more like a winner into a great
I can't even entertain a lil bitch who think she can't
Only winners in my rank like some sharks up in my tank
What u

Dialect for the hungry
The poor and the bummy
Living in the slummy
The ill ville ugly
They kill for the money
Like they kill for the money
Murder in

you won't keep up with my pace, why are you in front of my face?
Only gave you a taste, but since you're a dog with a bone
Then run along back to your

baby, don't be shy
Got a ghetto bitch she say "aw bye"
I walk around with a brand new 4 5
She said she love me bitch please don't lie
Surrounded by

crazy world that we living in
Really got me thinking I can change it with a pen
Bruv, is he mad? Is he fucking mad, bruv? Shit
My intuition never steered

Sick
Is the feeling that I get
When I flick through the channels and see another black man, boy, woman, girl 
Killed by law enforcement
So ruthless

stood in the corner watching
Like the good little boy I am
Who'd a thought
That I'd be caught in
A crowd with their fingers in my cookie jar
Scarred
Hard

Coldest nigga living in the desert
Someone tell me how that's even possible
She got big booty and the thick lips
She a red-head, Kim Possible
If you

Bands so I can ghost the hood
Bands on top bands on top bands
So I can ghost for good
Too many bad shit happen in the hood
But still standing by the grace

working on myself, learned to control my emotions
I'm focused, too much to lose you niggas hopeless
Type to go buy a brand new whip and living homeless
He