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the fruit that you fed me
So glad that I fled from the route that you lead me
I knew you'd be dead in your ways you ain't changin'
Arranged my priorities

blocked my mother's number
She keep blowing up my phone

Yeah, I think I'm going crazy, running around
You know I'm always on my doley shit
Don't need no

Kiss Your Ass Goodbye [Remix]

Beanie Sigel

After Taxes

2005

Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!

You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La

DJ Enuff Freestyle

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

work for F-E-D-S
And plays his recorder

You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills they read, 
Tasting the waterf***ed up
We

I got ice so cold you could feel it
Double tone, double tone
Thotties hit the line
Switch the phone, switch the phone
Last time
Lurking with

the tone
You left me on my own
Never thought I'd be alone

I remember way back
Summer days, I'm wishing I could replay them
My ride or die was always by my

Shine

Meek Mill

DC4

2016

Wasn't for this music, I'll proly be dead
Instead I'm on top and I'm countin' this bread
Sittin' in the mansion, could've been in the feds
Drop

pass me the grinder
The one that's green
Man I bucked feds
Spent a night in the station
Cases
Keep mask on faces
Laces
Gotta tie em up
Mma shit
Aces

know we skirt off four door
Pull up with blicks, yeah
My Draco got an extendo
Ripped it right off his wrist

Now I got a brand new two-tone
Feds try

got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See, me,

From chalice sleep, I take oneiric sips
And look up to the ceiling finding sky
And then I feel a river running near
But I can't see it with my

and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)

Made it clear like a squeegee

sending it off like a letter
I sit in the trap tryna run up my racks
You talked to the feds but you told me you'd never
I blew 1K on a sweater
I hit that

patna leaking red boy ain't no Moncler
No food in the crib living off the EBT
Nigga got caught up with the feds doing EDD
I ain't smoking on that fent

and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With

is just dont think I'm just talking wreckless
She get free better fly to da Bahamas fam 
D plan to pull up and wet her stomach like a sonogram

Whole

Well except the simple and plain
I'd much rather excite
Delight and entertain
Passionately persistent

When I preach this positivity
For stand up

Being the seed of a deadbeat 
Who never would love her
But I picked myself up by my bootstraps
Mama had to raise me tough so I’d never lose track

girl sing
Hello

Chorus:
She said she fed up
Said that she sick and tired of waiting
That her love ain’t forever patient
She said she fed up
Always going

I'm on some what now shit can please leave me lone                    
Pissed off at the world can't you tell by my tone
Feeling like i don't belong

threatened by Instagram thugs
Only twitter gassed up with monopoly bands up
Shut your bitch ass up
Ain't gonna bust no guns
Part times thugs throw your

judgment’s what we do
If God’s grace never came through
You’d point those fingers back at you, back at you
You better watch your tone
If you ain’t a sinner,

"Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system
Is not available
At the tone, please record message
When you've finished

like Babylon 5, man know that I shit on guys
Beam me up Scotty, down here's dead, they ain't got no more vibe

Spliff in the club, what d'you mean I