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the mix I feel better alone
I found a friend in a glass of patron
fourteen years old, clutched by addiction was stuck in its hold

Devil was wanting my soul

you
Running my cars into dust
Dippin' back to living at my mom's
And that quitting my job stuff
But let me kick these ideas
Yeah sprinkle these seeds

Did my dirt by my lonely (Yep)
Ain't nobody no me lifestyle was on mute
Made my money in my silence
Abstained from the violence 
But had a snub nose 
I

The road to my soul wasn't paved with gold
It was paved wit hot 97 mix tapes and HOV
Curry and roti on mommy's stove
Black ballerinas in Harlem

So Free

Chris Webby

Next Wednesday

2019

changed
Now you think the world's against you, I get you
Trust me I have been through, times I thought I'd never see an end to
When they said I couldn't,

Drive but need diagnostic
I'm just cooling so artic
Keep me clear of the toxic
Just let me know if you already know that
I'm just different need you

Stack Your Grip

Doja Click

Speed Kills

punk shit
Be a hustla bitch, maybe your wig won't get split

I'm flippin' shit
We movin' niggas, hoes, and keys
A bitch in my mix don't fall in

Two's on a draw that was Qwayback Qwayback
Pedalling piff no breaks man
Sunset smoke by the lakes and talking trips to the far east Asia
Me and bro

Move On

A+

Latch-Key Child

1996

nothing strange unless you watch your range like a rover
Follow me son, what's done is done, forgot it
God bless his soul while his body's underground

the races, ridin till i break the breaks
Me and lil shorty mix like gin and tonic when it’s late

Been losing my mind, i need time off
Fell asleep, woke up

Move On

Emage

Soul Deep

1994

flashbacks
Let me relax my dome
My whole joints blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva
Ties will never sever

filled with nonsense, show me where the meth at
Man I'm a train wreck, numbing the pain by killing my pay cheques
And I feel like I hate rap but I cannot

Move

Arcade

A/2

1994

Let me relax my dome
My whole joints blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva
Ties will never sever
You

the original man
That civilized many countries

Justin Patton:
Born into this black skin,  
They automatically looking at me as a criminal,  
Subliminal hate

(Skrrt) speedin' in it, let the car cruise
Put me 50 Cent on them Ja Rules (Ah)
Prices goin' up in the city
Twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues
Twelve

to be and that material objects don't make or break me
Life is short or maybe it's long
But I know it hurts when you love when they gone
When you love