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to be wack then screw it
Rather stay miles passed the bullshit
Playing all that old shit because it's going down tonight
Surround by sound and ice, my e&j

feel paralyzed still talk a bitch out her thighs
Fucking bitches just for exercise turn your old bitch into my new prize (haha)
East side I’m so fly

from
You've changed and they can change too
Don't lose the fight with anger
Might turn this shit to a banger
Hanging on the sidewalk
Waiting for

this when I'm gone
So I've got a ticket in my pockets; an escape route in my brain
If it's nothing for all, or all for nothing
It's still nothing just

to be gone
So maybe I should leave you alone
The last time we talked it's been kind of long
And I'm sitting here writing this song
But I wish that we

pray the lord he mend my soul yeah
Aye aye aye aye
If you bitch then you my queen
I'm yo only fan
But please don't beg me to post you
On this business

and a curse
Ima be legendary
They gone remember this verse
The consecration it took
I marinated for seasons
I wrote the first one one 5th grade
I said mama I'm

I know I am the one that you had relied on
I got too deep in the shit but I cannot go on
I guess all the time that we spent gets chalked up

Excuse me
It's recording?
(Said it's the real)
(Hip hop)
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Look
Another night, I'm consumed by the rage and the pains
Of a nigga bout

My Assassin

The Bled

Found in the Flood

2005

finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood.
Collapse.

This is our last chance.
There's no time for relapse.
Just listen for

this swag's mystery
Even without wings I stay fly, post and settled
The time passes by, more money to be scheduled
Keep my jeans baggy so MC Hammer like

I need something to rid this pain
Something to drown out my shame
Sickened by feeling the same
Will it help or will it stay?

No more hope for my old

to destroy us all
I admit I was wrong, but dragging this out too long
Was enough for me to write this song
And say I'm sorry for all the things I've done.

from stern to bow, stripped her to the core
And as her ashes danced away, a siren song began to play
That old ghost of a melody that haunts me to this

me run it up
You niggas reachin' for that bag, get you uppercut
I'm on the Steve Madden flow, this a button up

You sweet potato ass niggas, you be

save me from the wrath of this old man, man
Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile
Pray tell me I'm free to ride, ride for many mile
Oh yes, you got

should've said is yeah man come over and hang
Come feel what it's like to have a dad for a day but no
See now, I'm too damn selfish I know mine is falling

to ride
By now they keep four feet on the ground
I'm getting too old to fight them broncos
I lose everyday in that corral
Everyday I get to thinking
That

want to thank you for the day you became little.

This glitter covering the land is melting in my hand so small,
And like an icicle I’m bound to break,

free
But how?
Baby how?
Teach me how?
Cuz your promises been getting old by now
Won't allow it
Let you go 'round and drag it
Trust me, won't be a habit

Son, you might be a cobra but I'm a mongoose
Grab you by ya collar never let ya neck loose
I avoid fake crews like I avoid the drama
And if ya become

those things linger deep
For too long I've kept the ego in a cage
But the damage my doubts did was basically the same
Confounded questioning my flaws-

In the saddle again
Not too fat for this horse
So far from that day at Griffith Park
In so many words
“Why can't you conform?”
c 7 stone weight on my

alone, be alone)
Because all these niggas all around him think
Too negative for him to show
(him to show, him to show, him to show
Him to show)
How he