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might pop out at your city
Fly back home to JHB
And I might slide
Just like that
Or just like that
They on me
Lets get Innit
This version of me is way

called me west of Memphis 
Blown away by the Mississippi
Said if you load your truck up and leave right now
Boy, you won't have to miss me

Well, that

Sleep Late Sunday

Clear Static

Clear Static [Advance]

2006

I want to live until I want to die
Struck by the note I had to leave behind
So don't save me
Let me sleep

Cut your self one thousand times

(gang, gang, gang)
Fuck it and fuck up a B-O-A
I think they mad that I beat the case
Eyeballin' work, I don't need to weigh
Catch a man down then I

sweet, I don't make it if it's sour, yessir
Pull up a chair, find a freaky way to sit
Riding through the night, just let the beat and me hit
Maybe take

block we watched n*ggas get washed
F*ck 'em no getting involved
Headed uptown not by 125th
I come through sh*ttin
Harlem b*tches hitting me to come

past

Goddamn melodramatic, go learn from the bad shit
My boy in the back said, get outta yo habits
And don't let the dream die, from things in the past

Haha
Bring it back now
Wish me luck again
Last round up, let's go

My hopes for the future play in the key of life
My friend's guitar shows, all

a nice pen. I like you, but you gotta let me slide in, cause I sin. I be asking for
Forgiveness often. Asking permission to execute any record flawless.

neighbors prolly don't know I exist
The way I look its hit or miss
With that in mind let's call it bliss
Now if you listening and hear it from the heart
I

Back on my bull
Like captain Yami
Here to shake up
The kingdom
All the cries
Of a free men
That's fighting
For freedoms
Don't be blinded
By hate
Thought

shots at the serpent for a purpose
The seven stars represent the seven churches
Watch what you worship
Don't miss the revelations
You'll be caught up like

don't matter let's get to brass tax
Kicked your ass, got you hanging by your jockstrap
Got your addy, never shoulda post that
Got your baddie, never

minors to the pros and you fucking miss.
Fucking pricks such when they're ducking hits.
For those who don't know, such is bliss.
Check your list: who I be

own grave
Let me motivate you

Back to business
Hello bitches
Sandra you dey form
I don dey package this your matter
But you go let me fuck
Real life

love letter
That's been written thousands years ago and I won't miss
A single word and I'll modernize it
To make it about me and you to let you know

to end
Let’s get back in the car, I miss the warmth around your arms
And I’ll never leave you again

I tell you now, it’s how it’s gonna be
I’ll never

then I'm eyeing out for witnesses 

So mind your business miss 

This been unfinished, Ima end it though 

Friends all call me Cenzo 

You can call me

and Mike Amiri beefing
His jeans too skinny
When I say it's one Tron in me
It ain't two Jimmys
Let me see two rats, the AR
It got two Mickeys
Too dizzy, boy,

are dead
My loves all yours
Don't let that shit get to your head

I wish I was more like you but I don't know who you are anymore
Sorry for fucking up I

me
And I don't want no fuckin space
I miss you every night I think about you every day
The homies always say I'm trippin
I don't never hang
I don't

the struggle I hustle
Slinging grams by the bundle
Leave ya head in a puddle
Don't try to play with my money
I got that thirty round clip
Packing fresh hollow

be surprise when her phone connect to the wifi
I don't even try, I
Refrain from the lie, I
Spit about the truth bout how I'm living, what I drive
If

Oh man, you did it again
You let me down and now we can’t be friends
Just when it all seemed right
You had to go and put up a fight

There’s no