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Check out my vacation home and blue ribbon children
Likes and loves, haves and have lots
We all could've been presidents and astronauts
Put out

Writing out escapes
Cant comfort yo demons by making the same mistakes
You say that you eatin ya peoples got empty plates
Like when you gon cut

matter, they see what I'm after
On my way up now, I don't give a fuck now, haters lose control
They try to hold me down, rather see me fall out, leave me in

philosophy keeps asking
How do I know what I see is true
Constant struggle emancipation
Come find the will for anticipation
So I scream I scream out loud
Can't

Astride that yellow bike
My kingdom for someone

Some folks are loners
And you learn from them
If you've always been a joiner
On the move again
But

I stood in a global
Emergency
Tactically taking what you need
From the Peace
Money machine like a Gec farm
But run by white rich Plutarchs
Rewrite

like money
Smell like money on me
I'm really too fly
Got this big drip, on me
When I walk by
Smell the tree
Za on me
And you can have some too
For just

Dostoyevsky

Black Thought

Streams of Thought, Vol. 1

2018

keep me in court
Where they'll judge like y'all does, y'all don't know me enough
Y'all still owe us for what all y'all did to the cold crush
To my

the place all eyes on me like 2pac
Tell me what you thought
Baby I'm too hot
Roll up in a new drop
Driving by the haters who wanna play in my sandbox
And all

Back then she told me that she love me
You got good intentions but you so ugly
That breaks my heart when she tell me that I’m ugly
That’s why my cups

Oh I have never
Gone far without
Love
All of my life was
Spinning out of control or direction
What have I done but all
In the name of
I've been

Struggle brought out the hustle speaking my word count 
I got 2 whips, for that soul shit 
I made the bass hit maybe I love that patience 
She love facing

selling estates
Until you learn what love is, you'll never know what's at stake 
Im tron find a way out...feel like im stuck ina maze 
Can't let um trap me

Wrote a letter to my self and left it with the earth
And found a value for what all of my ideas worth
Could use the smoke to hide my heart so you

one
Had to get it on my own all by my lonesome
Now I'm here time to see what its gonna bring
They tried to keep me out like a fucking murder scene
But

the boys on the yard

Girls 'round the world gettin' money
I got it out the mud with my hustle it was plenty long nights
If you tryin' you aint gettin'

hard like the boys on the yard 

Girls ‘round the world gettin' money 
I got it out the mud with my hustle it was plenty long nights 
If you tryin' you

make
me fall in love again
Saved by the Lord but
i jus keep on sinnin
Gettin high till i
cant feel my face
Trippin on you now
Told you i
aint gon change

This bitch come witta laser...
I feel like Cyclops
I know how it feel
Keep you a knot
I was neva da nigga ta sit pocket watch
All My Niggas dey Thuggin

Trading ounces for some J's
I put dingle in the alphabet
Now dingle spells my name
Sending dingle into orbit
Now my dingles stuck in space
Dingle stays

Lately
I'm lost and out of words
My heart took over again
Crazy
Is what I feel
Cause anything he does makes me

Wild
That's what we are
Our names are

Ayy
Ha
Ayy
Ayy
I could never be you niggas cause me and my niggas play it by some different rules
Street nigga with a blick don't get it confused
I

The simple things are what I'm finding peace in
Just tryna keep it for the rest of these minutes that I'm alive and breathing
Finders keepers so my soul has

West Coast Child of Sunshine

Blue Cheer

New! Improved! Blue Cheer

1969

love/hate blues
I been tied, hosed, and shanghaied
I'm playing this song for you.

Slice my brand
Said you'd stay with me till the very end
It was a lie