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of all I ain't with the cuffing these girls gone pick and choose
And if I ever had yo girl just know she don't play by the rules
But never mind we gone get

so hard to get
That from time to time
We just need a hug
Not these street illegal
But Doctor legal drugs
That's a bit fucked up
You really wanna know

to coast, I got soldiers on post
Injectin' you, with the high funk overdose
Dre and the Hill, stayin' Real
All you non-believin' ass niggas
Get your cap

on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups
Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts
Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize

the healing
(Woah, woah)
How many niggas can say they did that
(How many) and if you raise your hand
Then you Roger red (Ha)
I'm just sippin' on some pink

to get it
She wanna twerk twerk twerk acting freaky but forgetting
I'm the type to hand her roses flowers gardens filled with children
I'm a rabbit out

Ni--a get your hands out my pocket 

I gotta gun in my hand and I'm feeling like the muthf--cking man yeah 
I gotta gun in my hand and I'm feeling

Welcome to Wawa's World
We up in Wawa's World
You better grab your girl
They used to tell me Dip Hop wouldn't shake 
I hate to break it to you but

a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my right ones
I'm back bitches, the retun of your idol
F-to-the-o-x, B-double-O
Black hand keep them Lambos

Still sippin on martel when my thought gets dry
Smashing bottles on popo's
Throwing up in the funk
Fuckin with dank until I just can't take no more
I got

should've
But Dwayne I swear I love ya
And as we get older I hope we get closer
We have the same blood
And bruv, I've got your back
'til the end of time,

your block a couple hundred times
Don't wanna get dropped
I'd rather drop you then end up in a box
Everyone talk
Everyone tryna be someone they not
Our

know that I'm a borough man 
And my momma told me 
Noah never to outstretch your hands
Work for what you have
And give it up for your family
Don't ever

separate versions of the truth
While my needless anger ages me faster than yours does you
Hiding behind our respective guardian angels
Whilst taking shots

man's ceiling, now when



I was a child, I did things as a child but now that I'm a man

I bust your ass and get wild, my style from jump, nowhere near

am still that nigga this is just a different version
Tryna get to know me so I put her through immersion
Playing humble honey man that shit is

till its time to go get it
Everybody loves slime till its time to go prison
Hold up, what's that you put in your soda?
Backwoods got mold that you rolled

Now Everybody from the 313 put your motherfucking hands up and follow me
People in discuses, they roar and they lying but I know these motherfucker's

Step on people to get in the magazine 
It's alright to seek high, but greet people that come by
Also care about the ones that's stuck in between

You

go to a brothel
Scan your vax pass or you get into trouble

Roll up your sleeve for the latest version
Who needs ethics when there's fear and coercion

light gas on
Switch up, wrist up who's time is it?
Little hand on 3 and Gods hand on me
3:0Beak, the boys undefeated
I've every bit of soul that your mind

A minister sinister different person
Right hand working a different version
Hand is cold but my pad is burning

So I felt the spark that ignite fire
Fused with

pay no heed, become oblivious 
Remain non-judgemental 
No matter what your personal opinions are 
Do not allow them to interfere with your role in

Sweater

Meryn Cadell

Angel Food for Thought

1992

that slightly goat-like smell
which all teenage boys possess,
and that smell will lovingly transfer
to all your other clothes

If you get to keep it