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direction but I got it for protection
Cuz in this world your life can be taken at any second
We also got to learn to take care of ourselves
All this fried
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
a little kiss to the cheek
Till he went to the neck and by that time, they're on the next step to
A little every Saturday evening, by any judgment that's
My man had four baby moms and two on the way
And trying to make a living for them passes away in vein
God bless him, ask Skeeta
Child
everything happens for a reason
We plot and we plan, but everything's controlled by higher powers
Any second your life could change, if its sunny you might get
say dat we upholdin' the standard
We all naughty by nature from Jersey City to Camden
I'm on and off of the turnpike
I'm watching out for them boys
or so
He would be drumming everywhere on any object
His babysitter "Mommy George" would call to say that this child drums and sings all-day
"He takes my
grind is diminished by me and
Mine is the menace the preach
I'm findin my soul on this
Beat definin' my flow
And you know I fold any foe at
Defeat it's 4
See When you have the face of a man
Spread thin over 3 half finished records
Its likely The hand doctors will knock & or ring
With a child's map
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside
being driven towards a
Destiny that's to wards
It takes ours to come for
It takes hours to comfort
The last song, it's rush hour
A drum roll by
car for the low
Low price and APR you were given
With no payments for the
First twenty-four months
And we pay your closing costs and sales tax
With
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
the status
Echoes of '63, when you let the freedom ring
You could never see, the wrath
Time for you to feel, the wrath
Ahmaud Arbery, Breona Taylor, George
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
far from home
But I'm still alive
The dragon has been slayed
Aided by the utilization
Of my mighty blade
The dragon has been slayed
I am chained
birthed the funk one
The D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ay
I got you bobbing to the funky style
K-Def let 'em know here comes the funky child
[K-Def]
gender
And somehow come together to find
Solutions for a broken planet
We have the resources as a
Civilization to find a utopia
But we’re led by the most
In a direction to speak on something that's realer than the TV screen
By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between
Her personal life, I was
Mjölnir of Thor is stronger than all
Clutching through stones in the underground hall
Searching for diamonds without any sleep
Using their picks as drums in
in the car deep,
Was at a light, and got approached by a car thief,
He pulled out, but didn't ask for no car keys,
A loud noise without a voice,
a noodle
That likes to doodle
While you play with your kaboodle
Not a poodle
Just a smitten
Kitten
Who hates mittens
For pittance
Where I’m from it stays
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
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