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the privilege of being a male 
I’m realizing my views been subjective by gender roles
Now my home girl is talking to someone that make her happy
I told sis live

over porches Armani and leather
While the strong nuclear force holds my rhyme scheme together
I’m sick with the flow like I live on a boat 
You should

black
Skin for the win
Chinny chinny chin chin
Seiko watch gold on wrist
Hoes wanna sip champagne shower
Code of assis sis sis sis sis sis sis sis like...

Everybody goes down to the Figure in Gold;
Everybody goes blind, souls are sold.
Everybody goes mad, losing head,
Figure in White see it and He is

BURNING PYRE, RISING UP SOUL
DUST AND ASH, BEYOND DEATH’S ROW
TROUGH BLACK SMOKE , INTO THE GREAT HALL
RIP OFF THE EYES AND SEE
DESTINY WRITTEN, HEAR

off a corpse leg
Pour holy water and dip the corpse there

People with a sick mind
Dressed in black robes and gold chains
They talk about saints
They

the baddest
Live a soft life see but we harder than the hardest
Like a gold chain I rolled it on put it on my neck
A nigga told me that I’m wack then try

gotta do it big
Now we pop gold bottles eat at Ruth Chris
Black Truffle on the pasta like it real thin
Lil baby I can take you where you’ve never been
I’m

niggaz at ya door
Applying pressure
Permanent golds in my mouth I'm too ill to keep popping them out
In running a route
You see me in traffic you can best

by black lives
& They was tucking them fif's bullets was cap size
Hoop or rap to get out, that was a damn lie
Put ya mind on ya passion young boy

of silence, I'm needing it please
Need it from you on behalf of this beat
Yah, when I pull up inside a di brinks truck
Black lives matter all over my skin but

Praises
3
सदा प्रसन्ना माँ जगदम्ब कदंब वनों में वास करे
Sada Prasanna Maa Jagadamb Kadamb Vano Mein Vaas Kare
O Ever Smiling Mother Of The World, You Live

I traded Dickie suits for the double breast
So of course they gone hate you more
And they love you less
Now I'm Gucci cufflinks gold buckle fresh
So

ago I thought about givin' it up
Thinking music ain't for me, but boy I had to tighten up
Cause I got that soul fire and they hear it when I'm live

'cos nothing's forever
Been through it all and I'll live through whatever
Been playing a game but I have been playing it different
Started a movement, I

Late at night, the walls start creepin' in
Jet black and darker than that
I can't sleep, I'm twisted into knots
I wanna go to sleep, I guess my only

I close my eyes the, the three are in my mind
i see niggers turn to salt if they ever look behind,
So I live outside of time, 
They never left still

(Fate)
You can't tackle my moon, yea I think it's too late (Late)
And by the grace, I pray we keep that food up on our plate (Plate)
The city lights got my

couldn't breathe for a minute
My heart skipped a beat for minute
Blind i couldn't see shit 4 a minute
But only for a minute
Can't live within the limit

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

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

I'm ending lives, ain't no Russian
Now his crew's dead
Yeah, these pills, they got me tired
Call up Wido, I'm taking back cover fire
(John) ayy, who's

mabr3 ooo
Nyame mabr3 ooo
Redeem your boy
Yeah
God damn it
Straight from 97
Young black boy
Taifa that's ma city
Still underground
Yeah still abi gold

Stance means I get shit
Regret quick and change to some vex
Tick, balled up, sittin' on some hurt
Got you swallowed up you live by the gun
The same shit