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Miałem sen jak Luther King
Chciałem być jak Malcolm X u Spike'a Lee
Wciąż pamiętam tamte dni
Chociaż śni mi się teraz inne dziś
Ta to była walka z

that’s why you following dough
Surrounded by sheep, but I be the GOAT
Build me a castle, build me a moat 
If you don’t believe, in M-E-L-O 
I’ll get

ain't no bashing
Tell it how it is when you're dealing
With a million thoughts in your actions
Leave by exemplifying
King of hundred trigger, got an issue

slapped in the back of the head
Ain’t no need to repeat cause you heard what I said
I sent them a message they left it unread
Walk by the Spirit I gotta be

and scheme
Way before Meek we was really chasing dreams
Surrounded by choppas and them 9's with them beams
Mind like Malcolm but the heart of Dr. King
Tryna

role games, when my dick swang
I'll be Indiana Bones in
The Temple of Poontang
Fuckin that cunt like a maniac
Aphrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By

You made a way now
Step by step
I'm trusting you with all my strength
Lord, I know that you are here
By my side
You never failed me yet no
My knees are

these royalties surrounded by loyalty popping off anyone that is annoying me
Ain't not controlling me, people they notice me, get at your girl she out

Its real light
Had so much on my plate
That my plate broke
Pastor had told me tuck my chains
And I should pray more
Mama said protect your heart

knew Me
They don't know the new Me
All this youngin now they thugging
I wish thy they knew Me
All this talking little doing
They don't know that I'm been

now that I know just
How much that he loves you
I could not tell him "No", uh
Remember when you were in E-V-S with a mop?
And you were cleaning

a sneaky scorer luka doncic
Me & this bitch & my fire, that's a 3 way
Jamming like shit out the roof on the e way
Im trying to slide on my little slime b day

hunger i wonder, if I died
Would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect
Forgive me for my lies
My baby mother's eight months
Her little

Joanlee - “Real”

Written by: Joanlee

VERSE1:

I took an unknown road to chase my goals
Felt alone at times cause no one I knew did this before
But

understand
In the streets, selling food
Run the feds, with the mandem
Lead a drive by to your cry die
Tell your mama don't cry at the sametime take her life

in the wild, yeah
And it ain't no help for me and my people

On that wild, wild north side
Little niggas running wild
A single mama lost her child

Who Could It Be

Guerilla Maab

Resurrected [Screwed & Chopped]

2002

ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk

Talking A Rich jackets and Armani shades
Bacardi Breezer, Becks for the geezers
Ben Sherman shirt, but blacked out Filas
See me in the rave, Nike on my

to do with being happy 			 
Em                     B7              Em E7 f#  g#   A7
Not for an old achiever like me            but now I got a little boy

Don't Say a Word

J Dilla

Dillanthology, Vol. 1: Dilla's Productions for Various Artists

2009

[Chrous]
(Don't say a word) just let me get mines
(Don't say a word) just relax and recline
(Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill lines
(Don't say

Big Bank

Cognito

Tru Cognizance

a mexican, took X again
want sex again
Jot it down, it was told to me
by that boy, A.K.A. The P-O-E

[Hook] - 4X

[Verse Two]
Deep in ya brain, the nigga you

Galleria:  When I was just a little girl
my mama used to tuck me into bed
And she read me a story

Chanel:  It always was about a princess in

like a load on your shoulders
The weight of that load gets heavier as you grow older

Little sis and baby bro look up to you 'cause you're the oldest

With a bubble eyed bitch
Lighting up your life flying pass all yemps
Cause hoes'll get shife
I swang and swing, down M-L-King
Drop screens on the scene,