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I came in major might as well stay independent
Do it by myself I don’t need no codefendant
You want smoke in my jesus voice tell em lets get
popping these pills
She's in love with me, I'm a player still
Running it up to a hundred mill
Put that on my godson
I'm with Albe so you don't want problems
the Bengals playing
Back when I was basic aint think they a feel it
Made plays by the vacant was just me & Willis
We had more O's in it than Lenny Williams
Hop
his flow right
He aint never going back to his old life
I still love the ones who hate they dont effect the bag
Gave her million dollar dick now that
He dines on endangered animals in the Harbour Century
The Heroin King of the Harbour Century
He walks through the piazza, the children swarm
"Mister,
maker
All day singin', supper on the ground
Old folks and youngins, gather 'round
Every kind of fiddle you ever did see
Come along merry and sit by me
secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past
know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky Mountain high
Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
a dream, he would always had
And it ain't right, but that's the way it is
In this life, you don't get to deal
You can climb to the roulette wheel
I want
daughter was his jewel
His son was just his boy
For thirty years he worked the mills
And stoked the coke-fed fires
And looked toward the day
When he
called friend. Chronic
madness. That's one of the traps to fall in. cs for
Walt Gonzales you'd have never known. Of all addictions he
left alone, cause
he in a Wraith
How after all of this time, I'm still the one you underrate, bitch?
College dropout, college drop-in, either way I'm gon' major
Can't
the crowd's levitatin' (yeah)
I'm still acceleratin', this ain't my top speed
I feel like the one, I can't be worried 'bout top threes
You swimmin' in calm
shit up on me
And I be showing off, but that shit is only partially
Believe me, it look more than it cost me
But still, I be fly while y'all niggas in
but I'm tryna cop the Vette still
I know that's your bitch, I just wanna see how the sex feel
I ain't sleep in 24 hours I need to touch a mill
I'm tryna
I wanted to put my arms around it
But the conductor looked at me funny
So we had to say goodbye and leave
The Monopoly board still in the backseat
Man I'm about to make a mess of this shit
Man he gave me this beat, now I'm blessing this shit
Man I'm coming in the game on level 6
And they want
still on the grind in the trap for the dope boys
Speedballin freefallin in my own moon and my own zone
Boy life is short gonna suck it up
Arsty-fartsy
can make a mill' but you can lose it if you're still here
I lost over 30 grand to family, I'm still here
The word don't appeal to me, you steal from
Poison to yo head like that shit that help you kill lice
Out to chase that mill and they asking what that feel like
I don't chase the deal I go after
world pimpin
white bitches fo doe, he was a jiggalo livin in women
he used to take me an my Village potnas to go swimmin
he drove a BMW, they father drove
just like I'm Walt
You still getting fronted so tell me, how is you a boss
Still focused on getting rich, Imma make sure that my dawgs with me
Got shot
Yeah
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Close that door when you comin' in (yeah, yeah)
Make sure the door closed (make
beings like you
But Allah bestows His grace
On whom He wills of His slaves
It is not ours to bring you a proof
Except by the permission of Allah
And in
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