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up, and realize,
this muthafuckin album (why my homies got to die) is dedicated to all the
niggaz that got a second chance on life, and that's

By now you know that I can do this, like Brutus
With rhymes on point like a harpoon is, them's the rumors
Bringing this to my consumers, both

the basement with the lights dim
Candle drip
The wax from the record makes a light hiss
Slow it down
I just need my life to be like one disc
Side A tell them

To continue to stay driven
To focus on doing my best to finish
The quest i believed is the reason for my existence
From the time when my years were easily

looking back just to regret it
In my room, writing lyrics, by myself, till their perfect
Had a daydream by my life- *sigh*, here let me explain it
There's

And ya last album was some straight up fucking trash
Hoes on my neck
Hunid thousand dollar checks
I ain't trynna flex
I'm the fucking best
I fuckin made it

voice by a
Mile and I'm going to
Use that i have a trillion
Dollars worth of voice

I hang out wit my the girl and my
Daughter everyday there's no place

the skin that, in America will get you dropped by police
You think her life doesn't matter? I'm flattered
Yo the staggering amount of victims of this crime

Runnin'

The Game

Against Everything

2008

niggas be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggas in the grave the other one in the pen
She fucking my enemies

Alhamdulillah

Too Phat

360° [Platinum Edition]

candles burning
As I'm staring out the window
In solitude I look at life
From different angles
Thoughts strangled
My mind is suffocatin'
In this truth

used to stay 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet a school full of Stones
He nicknamed me K Rock so

Smuckers

Kanye West

Cherry Bomb

2015

Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I

the next bullet end up?

There is no funeral procession 
Going on here today 
Unless it’s led by Fred Wesley
Gardner trumpeting a lively version 
When

I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was

Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere 
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here 
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster

timid to advice
I was sorting my vices, making sense out what I write
In this life of OutKast, I was less of big boy
And more three Stacks
Speaker

easier and relieve stress
But come on now you could figure the rest
Money is hardly really ever a stress reliever
Because my life sure as hell ain't ever

Ay ross, sauce it up
One day only in 365
That`s a day i`mma no longer hide
Shayi izinto mistletoe
Don`t miss home I miss my hoe

Jolly big fella I

contemplatin’ my life choices at 19 years old
By the time I’m done, I’m grown old
Living this fuckin’ fantasy life that I fabricate in my mind
Til the end

contemplatin’ my life choices at 19 years old
By the time I’m done, I’m grown old
Living this f*****’ fantasy life that I fabricate in my mind
Til the end

You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV

spaghetti code, low man on a totem pole
Wanted to leave but I was typecast with petty roles
Five years, no va-cay they had me by my balls
My cubicle was like

pads
Never knew my father so Declan Ross, you're Gon' know your dad
A better past I wish I had
And then some checks to cash
But better come correct if

my life I wanna live it with you
Hope you like my latest masterpiece
Purple shirts match the fleece
Times up
Two years
Had to leave
With you and these