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getting close
Took your bitch and brought her to the crib, I couldn't find her clothes
Omg I found a hoe
Rip if you impose
Cod I'll pull up wit a choppa ima

worry bout the time, be still, let it move on
We been down by the ocean, where the day dawns
Where the day gone, in a place I escape on
Where my trauma

Saying that you scam, but you can't even punch five

Saying that you sip, but you can't even pour nine
You said that you shooting shit, but the gang by my

I'm a COG A child of God
Ready for war
I'm not talking bout COD
My lord was there everyday in the pod
Guarantee the spirit touch you massage

Drillin prestige, I am not a rookie
On my life, you could never cook me

Cuz you won't last
No monopoly, but you can't go past
F-3 by my side, he's blowin

We sparking like C.O.D
and now he a D.O.A 
I’m balling until imma see the grave 
Talking that shit we gone see today 
I’m blocking that bitch when she

Til I slap you round 
Y I smoke by da baby

back askin for change 

Knowing I am not changing 

Had my handout 

But nobody would take it 

Got of my

still up recording, drunk as shit
Damn, oh let's go
Desecrated by the time I return home
I can see the nerve tissue under bones react
No matter what,

out the drank
Loose my mind ova you?
Imma risk on the game
Mob till the death of me
These Bitches all the same
Cod Whatchu tellin me
Go put him onna

weeks notice, two weeks before COVID
Folks with quote on quote "real jobs" were gettin' laid off
Shut the fuck up
I could turn potatoes into Cape Cod
I

up
Feeling hella good just like I should
Aura so bright just like my tye dye
Thinking after this we can go slide by
Until we reach our final

got touched, skipped death
Fuck gyal, get money, and I don't take threat
I'm an opp, opp boy, and I know that well
Will I die by the sword? Only time

Paradise

O.C.

Bon Appetit

2001

[O.C.]
Yeah, uhh
Rock on the boards, why'know?
Hahahahahaha, yeah
Yeah yeah, what what
Yo, yo

Whatever I write, I abide by, sayin what I mean
Meanin

met the plug in a small town by Mexico

You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analyst
Scorin' like a pink, diamond cup full of amethyst
You

Little Liza Jane

Elizabeth Mitchell

You Are My Little Bird

2006

I've got a friend in Baltimore, little Liza Jane
Streetcars running by her door, little Liza Jane
Oh little Liza, little Liza Jane
Oh little Liza,

a name
That's what happens when you talking, when you talking on the gang
Your shorty she say I'm raw, for the bucks I'm standing tall
Never up by by

thought me how to re-rock and break down OZ's
And you knew you had that thing if a fiend straight OD'd
COD ain't no nigga owe me
Out for blood ever since

Your Co'D got potential to be Cobra
I live by a certain set
Of codes, mouth closed, you know the culture
Digging my Prada pocket
Pull out product for

I ain't with the 6 I'ma drill by myself
'cause I ain't got time for a Co-D
And when I was broke asked you to patch up
For the studio that was

Froze stone cod appeared to be my step dad 
Then we knew the truth and we couldn't accept that 
I knew he'd get bad 
Now he's head fragged 
His daughters

Fuck around and hope you don't get caught by the stainless
Or you remain less than what you came with
I ain't gonna let this opportunity just slip up

breaks through all hasty
Bitch you talk too much
Think those words you serve
Half-baked by a basted white boy from the 'burbs (I'm just trying to write)

chopper piece
So I phone big cuz for a one chopper, sweet
Just to see if that one chopper beats
By now, you must know what chopper means
Clip black, but

Fuck that bitch that go by, ain't gone say her name she know why
That ass sum like a injured thumb, I love the way it poke out
She know she just my