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lie back down

Later I'll be glad


Never again will I let this happen

Never again will I fall so low

Never again will I be tempted

By the barman's

Wah mek yuh think mi still a write stilla voice?
All when mi feel low mi still a build a vybz?
On the road buck mi toe yuh nah go see me cry
Thou it ago

to take my life
To the pearly gates so I can rest peacefully
But he wasn't helping me, why did he forsaken me?
To eternity of hell left to rot in the grave

Stylo, ugh
Mira, Look
I touchdown
Get to it
Into getting paper
Associated with G’s, Bosses and Money Makers
I seen a baddie with some sense so i had

to take my life
To the pearly gates so I can rest peacefully
But He wasn't helpin' me
Why has He forsaken me?
To eternity of Hell, left to rot in the grave

Bradz
OYY keeps taking my friends

How many man been splashed and shot?
We done a drill, laid low from cops
See my hunting knife gon' rip through tops

hot like Taliban
Saw him clocked him
Had man running laps
Buck into us best know we're backing shanks
Rose and vaguez best know that's the fattest pack

apple watch, band covered in Louis
I'm from the land you can't go
Popular loner, I stay low
If you want smoke, say so
Wooly Bustin the Draco
Swervin for

when you wake up
Hair messed up, no face covered in makeup
You built your life on top of sticks and sand
So when the wolf comes around will it sink

Calling all Customers, a limited time offer
Watch Walmart get wrecked by all the
Rhymes I have to offer
I’m the hottest on the market
Check my-Self

Chasin niggahs hoe ay bitch ya pocket low
Well approve a bitch wrong 
cnd go and get yo money doe 
Dey say Glo do to much 
I say to much gettin money 
N

I am sleeping in the park
I'm thirsty like a low tide shark
the only time I get to see my wife is by her new man in the MALL...
wait a minute...

the clique
Big roll, broke a thumb tryna count this shit

See a red light and run through
It like it's San Andreas
So much shit in the Ksubi jeans
I think my

Blood Type

Queensbridge Finest

DJ Hotday Present Lost & Unreleased, Vol. 2

2007

bitches too
And you can't trust 'em
So I ask my niggas...

Yo
Yo, cross-breed, 2-5, Arab seed
My life speed, that's why we all smoke weed
Thug mind be

up and get it
Say, I just get to that green
Like my first name was ribbit
'Fore I walk back to school, hit the blunt
Spray twice
Just smoked a gram, so

right here that spinich
I didnt have nuttin i ran up a 50

Soon as bags touch down we by em all (5xs Repeat)

Down for min but a ngga back up
Wake up in

like a trumpet
If he talkin' down
That choppa beat him like a drum set

We finna kill it, no, I ain't kiddin'
Walk in the spot and I made me a million

like a trumpet
If he talkin' down
That choppa beat him like a drum set

We finna kill it, no, I ain't kiddin'
Walk in the spot and I made me a million

you
Girl you shine bright with the things you do
Got your own vibe unlike some
Yeah girl you march by the beat of your drum
And I really wanna know, all

the rout ship it
So much money guess I need more guns
Og kush shipped by the bundle
Every block I run to blitz with the one-two dumb moves
Fly young nigga

a hunnid round drum on this rifle
I'm in the ‘burbs doing fraud
By the white folk (This fraud)
Throwing your money on a bitch
Now your pape low (Dummy)
I hit

Liberty

Masterminds

The Underground Railroad

2000

wet before you notice
This workout like Tae-Bo aerobics
With punch lines and drum kicks and all sets get flipped
High and low decibels hit and whole

uh, yo (AC, the motherfuckin' diva)
Yo

New gun come with a drum, but no beam (brra)
I get in the booth, no turkey, I go ham (come on)
Shoutout

So many people have changed on me
Let's love but they hate on fleek
I had never been a fake homie
They put in a lot of weight on me
But that's nothing