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on K-I-D the soul child Staying off the block I'm making momma proud Produced my whole album I got it off the ground My head in the clouds Can't box me in I
is the one that i sound Call me Calus, I’m a fucking disciple Mob of the Dead, we repeating the cycle That line was written by Michael I wish his real
know the reason Just listen to the album And take heed of it Man I'm Lost in paradise I can't see with These pair of eyes Why I still feel alone Even
your idols When Designer stores start knowing me as Steven Michael Gares in this bitch and I'm preaching high notes Family wealth forever gotta exceed
album leaks And it's worse than ever, yet everyone still acts Like his verse is clever; it stinks, he just strings A lot of words together that these
album and not come out with a classic All I have is my passion This rapping gift is a talent All I do is deliver go check your door for the package All I
on yourself (gOd) Out here rapping for some wealth (gOD) Instead I do it for your Health (gOd) Communities Rebuilt (Yeah) Another Classic Album (gOd) As told by
sign language I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth to septuplet lady plants Check my tympanic titanic time pulse By the grace
look act and sound and same They'd rather see me clash make me Push back my album date By any means necessary Get me on a Malcolm wave And now they got
Drive-by aus TT Komm' wie Gattuso und ich wie Dembélé Fick' Yin Kalle weg und ich press' das auf CD Bruder, Bruder, ich sag' dir, bis jetzt wunderschön
always be remembered as Kenesaw Mountain Landis Fellow named Joe Jackson was a fielder for the Black Sox And he always wore his black socks, but he
Espy rb1 spot, Ezekiel Elliot (keep feeding em) Betcha by golly (geez) Prince rogers so sorry Thank god 4 our blessings Araminta her prancing (Harriet)
verteil' am Mic Ansagen wie vor Fights Michael Buffer Sin City, Mickey Rourke, Feinde spitzen Ohren, so wie Beelzebub Lauf' über Swimmingpools in
then, we was both yelling f the Bible and Christ disciples Cause we never saw the angel Michael ,we saw slugs for rifles Spilled blood from I'll thugs for
me and get to the big homie I'm bout to max her card out to the limit I ain't got a big house like (Twisted) I ain't dropped a big album like (Twisted)
the fridge And steak in the oven But could never explain the Cocaine in the cupboards And while you was raised by your cousins You see, I pray for my brother I
Rucka Rucka please go drown and shut up Every Google image looking like You taking dick up I've sold more than all your albums All with just an EP
Ich cruise im Hummer durch die City, du wählst 1-1-0 Denn ich bring deine Gang-Member bei nem Drive-By um Es macht einmal BUM (Bum) Und du kommst
is worse than wasting money Tryna pay all my bills by the monthly Until they get somebody to Michael dumb me And we went from homeless and hungry
Just FaceTimed one badders looked her dead in the eyeball Said I'm on the way man need head on arrival I know you've been messaging Michael But
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