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I bring the wave
I'm like don't
Drown
Baby hold on
You the anchor
Baby get strong
I'm here to tangle
Baby let go
Let flow
In alignment
They Can't

They will drop you and won't be missin your presence
I'm the curse
Young Cee he the present
It don't work nigga give us the weapons
When you murk from

move into my place
Keep that shit in mind don't let it slip your mind
I know you down to ride no more hoes on the side
Basing off your vibe you like one

the fringe
I think you need to fucking listen
So I just give them chiesty kids a little piece of friction
I’m going off the end
I think I need a piece

This one for the streets how you turn your back on me
Running to this money cause I got family in need
Brother locked up damn I’m glad he took

panels to the ring of a unifying blood pact 
Broken in by reckoning that greed and money was the right track 
So I fly into the night 
Astral project

drip so wet
Wet Wet Wet
Like a nigga c breezy
Show off your money that change don't please me
Nigga like me get that too easy
Step back three might get

tidy
I don't need a fucking case
Keep my records super shiny
Find me if you are offended
By the way i do my flow
Time just sent an instant message
Be

You're the creator of the gods and the whores of the Babylon
Most just want your money but one or two will kill you for a song

Singing to the drifter

clowns
Run it up every day every year around
Fascinated by the money sounds
It's beauty in this
To come up from nothing to something I'm telling you, shit

bitch
No stupid hoe I ain't average
Counting my money
I'm stacking
Don't like me but still double tapping
Foots on they neck
I be em stamping down,this my

I've been on my grind, I got money on my mind In them trenches all the time, niggas, bitches
I ain't lyin' Niggas, bitches, I don't feel them, lay

Rodeo Clowns [Radio Edit]

G. Love & Special Sauce

Rodeo Clowns

1999

understand who's buddy only knows

let down by the corner there's another one

reachin' out a hand

comin' from a broken man

well, you try to live

by your melanin 
The judge is yelling
That your skin gon' match the cell you in 
I'ma speak power for Khalief Browder
Delete power from these cowards

barkin'
In public places i feel the tension
Them darkest days gettin even darker
With a past that haunt me
Need intervention
I dont need attention
But i go

instead
I need to get out my head
Cause I've been wishing on a star that was already dead
Nights love to pretend
Like they your nigga, your friend
Who’s

This music it takes me higher, lifts me out of the dark
(Tell the truth)
I can’t lie, I’d rather be by your side, but the goal is to get this money, I

the truth
Keep it real do you know the deal
Oh for real there is no feels
I don't want to fall in love no more
Stack the money sip on four count dough
I been

I'm about to cut that tie
I stayed down inside the trap
I did not tell a lie
I want this shit forever
But it feel like it can all pass by
But that don't

the issue
I wish you well on your way to abate this plague and stay calm
If not you're causing death that could've been avoided by you sitting
On your ass,

I'm coming bold 
Get through your head, I don't give a fuck
Do what I want like I'm ye in this bitch
Dance on the ledge, if I fall, never coming back

'm headed to the top, so don't you follow me
Going down my own path to get my wealthy needs
But all the money in the world won't make me happy, peace

Change

Read your mind you think I'm psychic
Ayy, I used to hit 'em on the sidekick, my chick
When I pull up with the light wrist, might whip
Yeah, I pull up

808turnemup
Ay, Uh
Roll up another one, sit by the drain
He losin' oxygen, watchin' him faint
I'm in the back of the back with ah shank
Tear up