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festival fee
Had to make it happen for myself to believe
Open the door for the new generation, but they don't see who we help them to be
Me and Devlin

school Mobsta
Schooled by the old school, I don't talk to coppers
Well mannered. Well spoken
Organized Crime Syndicate, we do this shit propa

Really bout

And with the Lord by my side, it don't matter what the call of life
Cause let me in, cause I was going for the ride
Aint blind, aint gotta sin to believe it

don't believe in that
if you wanna be free
if you wanna be free
then free your mind 
just let be

Feeling like a bomb
When my stress blow up when
I just wanna bob
With my head go dumb no
I don't see the problem
I'm just too numb but
You the one who

believe
Like you believe

Well Bob Marley was the tune, little J was in the womb
My mom would put the headphones on her belly, feel me move
And every Jimi

real, shit ain't the same
Sent up to heaven by Evan
Don't need a strap, I got me a 7
Triple digits no 11:11
I be smokin', while you takin Excedrin

Can I Walk By

Monica

Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2004

like your own babies.
I tried the bob and weave, she caught me by the sleeve.
And told the pap a few things that you would not believe.

She want

every step by step all the way to the end zone
I don't go half way no weird side hug make you feel in the friend zone
Not the type to say period like

What if it was you and me
Are you riding no confusing me
Testify before the eulogy
Stay by my side and quit the foolery
Look at this mami she a hotty

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like

on)
And the game fuckin' needed something dirty raw
Tell them this the law and we weeded, uh (yeah)

So if it's God you believe in (yeah)
Bob your

on)
And the game fuckin' needed something dirty raw
Tell them this the law and we weeded, uh (yeah)

So if it's God you believe in (yeah)
Bob your

I hit it I’m ghost 
After I hit it I’m ghost 
After I hit it I’m ghost 
After I hit it I’m ghost 
You was getting to close

Written by: Quindell Evans

Glen Close

Binary Star

Masters of the Universe [LA Underground]

She wanted me to sever ties with Heather
So we could be together
I said I'd think about it, but I know she don't believe it
She kissed me on my cheek

Live for the funk and I die by it too 
Going bananas, I live in a zoo
Tony Montana, I sniff and achoo
I'm a sex addict I'm feeling taboo
I'm

Cocaine Central

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

mental, hustle, get the weed to spark
Niggas outside, all day, even after dark
Niggas hustle hard, like the Gods don't believe in God

Cocaine central,

on the basketball courts
Got chased from the schoolyard
To the front porch
Until the day I told 'em 
I ain't running no more
I remember Richard Evans
In the third

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,

ya
Bob
Did you feel this way when you fell in love with Jean
Ohhhhh look
I've felt that way lots of times
The trouble with you is
You don't seem

rich
Don't dare dream for a better tomorrow
Dream in the moment, or it's just hollow
Dream for whatever, Dream to be clever
Dream, Dream Jimmy and Bob

paradise if we believe
Show everyone unselfish love
The kind we get from the man above
And just like that
It’s still a wonderful world
Bridge
Don’t you know,

Cocaine Central

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

mental, hustle, get the weed to spark
Niggas outside, all day, even after dark
Niggas hustle hard, like the Gods don't believe in God

Cocaine central,

battle me? Son, don't bother
I shake the box like a rattle
I'm the hot sauce plus the tartar
And the horseradish
Don't try to spit with your coarse chapped