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go work my move
I gotta keep me a fire because the streets so cruel (Juice me up, OJ)
Kind of barbaric, it ain't my fault, I was raised by wolves

rung me out the blue and showed me super love
Told me I was cold, I said it's mutual blud
Then my nigga 32 came to studs with us
And we was boring

Take me to the city of angels 
Aye
Running all night for this 
Swear To God 
I'll really give my life for this 
The winter blues 
Kicked in 
Hot shit

to death row
The revolution is televised 
White folks is terrified
You can see the hate and the fear in their blue eyes
Take a knee disrespect the flag

above it
I'm rapping and spitting only cos' I love it
This is how I would do
I'm coming from
Out of the blue
My rhymes are intelligent
You can call me

it 
Yeah let's try
Let me cut the music
Give me a nice walking base
Looking for some swing
No hang on what's that
Du jazz
A 5 4
Who do you think I am

for chocolate ladies
I make music this is full time I write love songs and tell truths in my spare time
I get the job done in half time and it took you

flash in the dark 
Wishing I could keep her but the past broke my heart 
Broken hearts with an 808 
Fell in love with the music 
Yeah I had to choose it

can't put back together the rest
I've got a lotta things that I wanna get off my chest
But it's keeping me warm like a nice blue vest
And we'll pay a lot

my collection plate
Like the book of psalms I love music with a passion
Uh and I'm still eating when I'm fasting
No angel dust but I'll turn you into

they was healthy, it's not pento
Giving orders like I'm doing drills, okay ten - four
Niggas really bitches like they bleeding, they got menstruals
Not

and its blue shit im swervin' (Vroom)
That bitch gave me brain because I was just learning the fake and the lies
I can see in your eyes (Bitch, bitch)
Im

that you better bring your best
Cause we came through with a pocket blue cheese no rats'
Told her she gone leave than she best get to it
Cause I just

IN A GROCERY STORE SUNDAY ROUND 4:00 THERE YOU WERE  BLACK  NIKE TOP BLUE ADIDAS SKIRT HAIR SLICKED BACK RELAX VOUTON PURSE ROCKING JAY'S THAT WAS BACK

guys
They don't wanna battle me
They stomach filled with' butterflies
You can't label my music as just "urban"
I touch a lot of people
Like I'm preachin'

the blue once I ice out a bezel
Try to backdoor a nigga gon' bring out the stepper
Keep the thing on me twenty four seven it's tethered
Ain't rolling me into

your mama be like, "Ooh, this is good! Who sings this?"
"azcula, his tape is dope, I love it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug

for the critics
But I don't like the sound of the crickets
And I'm pounding the rhythms and blues
Drinking's painful, they be like "Lil Xay, oh shit,

twenty four hours
What are you going to do?
I wait for you to catch a glance
From the other side of the room.
One thousand up-comings
Compelled by

to the details this shit is sickening
Sometimes the more important things is hidden
By all the pain that's culminating up into a nic stick
Brandon Miller but I

Down to tha Dirty Bay
Riding the Cali Way
Dippin' initiation sparks on tha interstate
Music blastin' & California written on the license plate
I love tha

chills, unconditional love
Cooking and cleaning this ain't the type
You get in the club
And I know you be off them blues
So how you feeling the club?
It's

Still by the costa dC8
Free Bills free Yolo
Free the conspiracy squad

DC's done this, DC's done that
All this talk on the DC
Gang needs to be

The blue jean baby, L.A. Lady, a seamstress for the band
The pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her