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wanna see inside your head
Long live the king, the king is dead
And when I asked him how it feels he said
I don't feel no more

Dead letters addressed

be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream
Fbi ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I

'cause I gun through faith, gave enterprise
Niggas get crowned quick these days
Street this, best this, king that, we ain't seen that
All we see around

By default know that's money

And not on Insta-Live, I'm talking about real life
Everyday I grow that money 
Quarterly monthly and throwback money
You

cue the violins for the losers amused by their egos
their super bowl ring is being re-pulled

Nick Javas

And it was right there but now it lives in

Burn

The Roots

Present

2005

hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (So)
Niggas want to ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are

up baby-girl put your hair back
Hurry up, barkeep, keep the brew comin'
Tryin' to drank 'till my back start slumpin'
Like old man, live by the old

got a call from Mama 
Auntie passed, it's raining 
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying 
Raw papers blazing 
Humbly patient this what I live by

that told you that you suppose to be groom
Suppressed to the ways and then our ignorance grew went from Kings to slaves and told by whites what to do

get wounded, while u gad
Try remember everyone's Not your fan
We' all destined to be great, Grad or undergrad
Do not let no man rock your world, Go hard

right?
I can live in the mansion
Still like the complex
Money is not everything
Bitches not having is complex
Lips never dry, still might need the carmex

Can’t live that nine till five no lie I tried
Felt pointless how you all get by
So I said fuck that now I’m here frogger hoping on a new track
Walter

the blood king
They say the sky is the limit but I reign supreme
Well determined motivated by the struggles I’ve seen
It’s a hard knock life if you know what

lives better
Through the stormy weather
Eatin' cuisine
Moved past all the ketchup
I got the apples & bananas
J Lowe gon' set the standard
So somebody get

Better live it like yo best life
There might not be a next life, so appreciate this life! On me
It's not a, Game! It's not a, Game
There's more to livin'

My name is Anne, I try to be earnest
I live in Amsterdam, don't cook me in a furnace
SS came to get me, they knocking on my door
Now I'm fucking

the King, while I'm tearing down these pedestals
Man made, fan made, even Stan made
And egos are bruised beyond a band-aid, that’s Jay
Going at the golden

you live to be
Sometimes I believe if I couldn't see
Wouldn't be distracted by tv
If tupac grew up to a white family in the burbs
Would he still have

don't care what you say homie
Blah blah blah
When come out to play
It's all ah ah ah
I thank God everyday nigga
Yah Yah Yah

Fans fiend for the feeling

don't care what you say homie
Blah blah blah
When come out to play
It's all ah ah ah
I thank God everyday nigga
Yah Yah Yah

Fans fiend for the feeling

will tell
You look at my skin,my hair, my tatts, my clothes and I saw how you treated me wrong
Live and die by the song, fat ain't singing just yet, so

and my Fam
Me and my Kings
Me and my Fans
Me and my queens
Load up your bags
Rеload the mag. Uh Uh
Pick a side
Do or Die
Onе of One
We Survive
We designed

about all this
I don't think you even feel yourself
I apologize to all my fans I know
I usually don't deal with help
But good, we'll hunt him
(Good Will

What'd Lil Tuchie say? "Turn it up home boy!"
Feel my Savior in the building, that's my Abba, Abba
Can't live without the guidance of my Father,