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dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',

dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',

I can't live like this no more
They know my name at the liquor store
I get high, give dick to hoes
I can't live like this no more

Lost in the bottle

lives in infamy
It’s all empty bottles round these desperados
Not a trace of any memories
Writing checks my liver can’t afford to
Spending money I can’t

drama
Let me just get down this message before I do
Note to self... You gotta wake up in the game
O Baby, here's a bottle with ya name on it
Let me wipe

rock with a wraith
Rock that be lone since I was late
Got plenty be lone inna safe

Me and bro poppin' bottles in the wraith
We don't give a fuck what

ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,

Gangstafied

Master P

7 Sins

1996

ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,

a subjective 
And listening to the message in only clips of 30 seconds fills us all with the knowledge 
That we're willingly participant in 
What? 
But really,

goes down

[Verse Two]
Dope fiend still get high
while dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
you wanna live in the 'burbs with your

Drivin Round

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")

Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'

These the stories
Some don’t live to tell
I wrote this shit in Braille Braille
I really did by the way
I ain’t write this
I wrote this shit in Braille

attentions
Gossiping with no intentions of a change
Yall just worried bout the amount in ya bank, dang
Blessings and miracles, on our lives
Blessings

zone, like it's two three
Ridin' with the bro's, smokin' blunts in the two seat
Can't kick it for free, more serious than fun
If you do it by yourself,

a message she could not reply
Said she was bad but I wanted to try
Thought We was good an was living a lie
Riding a wave now we up in the sky
Under the moon

forced to forget oppressed
Yes I use that word I'll never digress
The distress when that realisation came
Living day by day seeing it in
All that I partake

cracking
I'm never standing in back
Cuz if the situation call it
You'll get bodied by a queer
They say they coming
And I'm like bitch where
Cuz i dont see

a cheetah and I'm fighting like a lion
Motivated by the hussle, like nipsey on the grind
On the grind but the ops will never know
Coz I'm making moves in

bottle up my words and she's right
Cause I couldn't live with never letting you have heard what's inside
This paradise of mine
This paradise of mine
This

in

Written for the people, had to give this shit a message
I get

Swear it's outta control
I been healing myself and I'm spitting food for the soul
It

Everybody Dies

Logic

YSIV

2018

has rejected, I'm here to protect it
Everybody dies deep within this world we live in
And not everybody tries, but everybody lies
You can't take–

but the color of my pigment 
I live to be alive and not to die beneath the surface of hell
I wanna live 
But not in jail
I wanna be what I desire 

Got

And I was searchin inside my brain
For a message that remained
Ive heard the same
Ill write another line
In search for you in another life

Assume im

the realest in the room
Well then it’s prolly us.
Since a lil Nigga 
I was doomed.


Uh,
Blacked out bimmer 
Wit the black tint
Cuz police hate to see a foreign