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a step back
Like Steph Curr
That i got your
Attention that's when
I hit you with the Thompson
Welcome home to my catacomb
You write a lean sixteen
I write

never be through
I could feel your energy I always worry bout you
I want you here right by my side stuck together like glue
You're my twin flame shawty

Yeah, yeah
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream

She's back on the scene (back on it)
You know the routine (know the routine, oh, yeah)
You could

tears 

To the future kids I've yet to meet 
The ground to you is just a street
And I'll be old and you will be grown 
But this is still the only home

Elsie and my unborn little one:
I fought this war for you my darlings 
So you might be free to run
So please remember me
And remember I love you
Remember

It ain't no room for no love where I'm from
I know that fake shit uncomfortable would it kill you to be honest
I'm just trying to see the summer they

How could god make somebody like you
Eyes bluer than the sky
How could god make somebody like you
I need you by my side
And you aint even mine
And you

don't settle for brittle-She don't
Getting caught up in the mix coming at you like a missile-period
And how she move it like that, could make a grown man

You thinkin it's easy now
Don't get to greedy now
I know This is my life I could be leavin now 
I could be fiendin now
I could be down and out

the J's love how I'll pass out the meds
Fuck it, I know they be swinging the door
Raided my trap, we gone post by the store
Stuck in the hood, had to sleep

know? There it go,
What's to understand though, Used to be my twin now u a rando, you ain't know? There it go,
Jungle full of snake snake snakes,
Gotta

(Calm down, I'll just call Robert)
Mm, baby, can you be my bitch? My M, my shawty, lil' mami, my twin
Baby, we could get real rich, you're forever

hurry that
you dont have to rush things  when you the owner and the quarterback 


im not rappin for the fame, or flame, or approval from thee hater
I

thing 
Cuz its ours 
Intellectual never threatened by a menace
I got this stick sliding like I’m a violinist  
To create more records then me 
You have

Would you be my ba ba-by (You make me
Sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick) , ooh
If-if had more money, love?
Would you be my ba ba-by, ooh
If-if had

a nigga killed, pussy so bomb
So many chains on my neck, bitch could go blind
Bitch gon' put a rental in her name and a lot of guns
I can be out of town

you gon' be okay
I pray for my life, all my souls to stay I'm really that guy, by the end of the day
I run up the court and I got me a lay I'm talkin'

No other name for you
Even though they call you by another, you were always my G
And you light up the room
Ever since the first day you were here,

SUPERSONIC

written by: Mark Spiro and Michael Thompson


Don't say it all meant nothing 
Baby you know better than that 
You know we both felt

the team
You sat at home for days
Nah you sat alone and for weeks
Sitting by the phone
Waiting for the chance we could speak
Waiting for the door to open

'em all how to fly, yeah
You niggas square, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah, brrah)
Your lil' homie

I never pick up if the pussy was trash
These do not disturb bitches thinkin they clever
Picked up by mistake ima call you back never
Ugh
And it’s all

that's two babies
Walk by faith
Tryna keep a level head, but you could get ya shit rocked no metal head
Ya air got aluminum and Mercury it's there
If

queen
And who could tell she'd get
Pregnant at an early age?
She didn't listen, had sex
Watch her belly raise
Hey, got violated by someone she dated
If