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found
In the nighttime I search your face
The one
Is it the right time or proper place
But still we run
Like rats in a maze we find the treats
The wheel

invincible for any war to come

Moving to the south
Further from the sea
It is prosperous to Amsterdam 
And for our wealth indeed

We will build this city by

Bullets sweat a nigga like calories
Demons spin yo block fatality
Bitch
Still healing from the first tape before it all falls down I'm a give mama a full

The sun is not even awake but we're still out having fun 
The beach is near the air is clear and we got this song to hum 

We're piled up in

a little mercy

The sea gives up its dead
Red t-shirt on Turkish sand
Children judged by what deed
Will never rise from this land
There is only hell in these

That bitch still on my dick my pimpin' never die
The spoke red the switches got da Esa high
The Cortez back I'm take you back to 99
The glock on my waste

through the city 
Bitch I got my squad
Never see me pull up
You can call me Billy
But you still can't kill me
Cause I got too many tears to drop
And drug

a watch to match
I saw her from a distance, yeah she fine

It started out to be a dream
I was looking for a girl, to complete my team
She was like coconut

hating
I keep elevating
See imma get wealthy by doing this
Stacking my chips
Then go make it flip
My pops school me to the game
Now I ball in

be out my mind
Just driving like a drunken teenager sometimes
I can still feel it like the first time

So take my hand and don't ever lose me
We can

is the final barrier
This vessel harbours all we yearn
Take us far from here
We've seen the pain, the havoc
We've seen cities torn by flares
Before

Stranded out in the cold 
The one that can breathe out a sigh of sorrow
But in the same breath sing

And by the time you turn around to
See her
To see her

so what you tryna say 
Could look and see you can't talk to me any kinda way 
Don't fuck around some of my dawgs get excited by murder 
You want beef

Parked the van to sleep, the spot looked low-heat
Still a cop knocked on my window
Said, "You gotta keep movin', this
Are-a is residential"

I

And I can't
Keep afloat
If you don't exist 
In my life. I miss your lips

I hate this fucking city, yeah
I don't wanna live here anymore
All i have - this

The prodigal daughter is missing no more 
But lost as ever still 
Stranded on the sidewalk, in this city by the water 
If neither coast will call you

can’t touch me in this palace built on slaughter
I’ll burn every city 'til there’s nothing but ash
What will protect you when you’re stripped of your

Cities rise then fall to decay
Outside the blood pours like rain
But inside you still feel no pain

Along the street where the garbage is piled
A young

can tell by the look on my face
Got a piece of my heart in this place
Gazing up to the tree on the hill
Dying to know if she’s living here still

will pass you by
You are fine thing, never say die
Get your face out of that magazine
It won't keep you warm,
Another paper dream
Another evening in

Told my boys if rapping don’t work we still gone be alright
Lil mama thick and pretty told her i just need one night
She said I’m itching for the paper

the city ours and 
How I already planned it 
No more passes for these niggaz 
Get some glasses for these niggaz 
So they can see their end is coming Sooner

Brown the fuck out the pretty little face 
While shes singing Lil Dicky
I crumple up a three for fifty, the gritty little nitty waltzing through the city

The other one is from a different city
Baby girl why you gotta be so pretty
But this one is from a different state
I've opened my heart chakra so I've opened