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I'm saying?
But god is more present
Ay this right here be for me and my niggas only
Fuck you mean?
Only riding with a queen and a homie
Fuck you
talks, stocks, real estate and equity
You fake Pat Beverlys
Always tryna shut down Russ
You foul, stay the fuck from 'round us
'Cause you can't fuck
niggas who splash cops
Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner
You guys despise guys like us
Guys like
okay
I gotta hit the spot looking fly
I wanna watch the OG thugs roll by
Find a little venom and gettin' 'em low cut
Not too much, just enough to wake
to
Listen and actually accepted the call
Opened our ears, changed our position, it took a moment to pause
Whom shall I send and whom shall go for us
Here I
Four years in the making
Might ramble here quite a bit
So take a seat, gather round
Welcome all to my shortlist
Of what I'm going through, I wanted
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
like us
Cuz y'all ain't got it like this kid, y'all could never be like us
Get your click and y'all can all get crushed, what what what what
Aye, by my
questioned is that what he want us to do
'Cause King James Version been ran through more than a prostitute
It's like a crack fiend in the classroom teaching
Blurb
Here is a collection of poems by the Russian poet and engineer Konstantin Voskresenskiy, who is known to Russian and English-speaking audiences
will never know
Just like all the fools before you
Here is what we must do
I awake to a cold touch. Two arms in four-armed bed
The touch of wind
please say my peace?
If y'all fresh to death then I'm deceased
And this one here is a heat rock
Spit like a beatbox the way the beat rocks
New version
I shoulda been by know
Cadilacs stand to the tree line I making then be like
Swerving to the curv tires pealin rubber pealin
Pull up to a halt but
‘bout the hero dying for the villain
Kill ‘em with the fast flow
Then I go slow
This one here is urgent
When it comes to God everybody’s got a version
by some misfires in your brain
Because you took some shit to numb your pain
Yes, you guessed it
The culprits here are opiates
Methadone, man
Vicodin,
Here's one thing about me
I'm always gonna believe what a woman says
So much misogyny around me
Y'all could never understand what a woman bares
out here tryin' to get mine, so get out of my way
We don't abide by the law, got to look the other way
Keep it real, Keep it G, then you always gon' be
got it wrong
Not asking for you to love me
Or for where I went wrong
I'm asking where's my home
You've been here through my life now you're gone
Our
and tracking and snaking you
Making you sucumb to the drums of Gangstarr
By far we are truly gifted ones, son
But if you were to speculate or estimate us
a neurosurgeon, operatin wit a purer version
I write prescriptions, of words that fit in
The thought gets prescribed, as I kick it live
Cause it's more that
I stepped on gum! Ohoho)
Fine I'll play the happy version
(Let us sing, let us sing)
Free from sadness and perversion
(Let us sing, let us sing)
Eyes
walks by
Stops 'n' gazes at her dreams in his eyes
I say""Momma, Daddy's actin' kinda weird""
She says""Girl, ask yourself how you got here!""
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version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
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
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