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to tell that I'm doing well A wholesale, cook crack 'till my clothes smell And if it all goes well by the end of the year then I'm gone, I ain't going
for a mouse You watching her same loving hands that absorb pain, kill You're learning that life's more than a board game Still better line up the cubes
cousin caught a next shot Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
on the phone, shot me a cold dove She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat I'm goin through it Yeah y'all
that is made many times that which aches in my mind Is when fakes try to rhyme and they take petty lines To put stakes against mine but I breaks them
the movement is lost So we blowing up God's phone Pray he get us off hold soon Bought our own space but our asses are frozen Blow enough smoke to punch
sales and you wish for nothing in between So you're sitting by the phone, you're waiting fot the call A casting to the show, a ticket to revolution We
on buses, one bag of clothes Didn't shower you with love, I Katrina'd our home Less calls by phone, you hold the voice messages Heart growing cold the love
wombs It's all in the light the demons still know who their grabbin on and pulling down below and in the end in your kitschy gray hole you'll find love
an original But the kids don't know I was spitting flows before flip phones Back when it wasn't cool to Rap about sniffing coke And you right it might be
you stinking, free my niggas out the clank And ain't no freebies round this bitch, I'm in the dope hole nigga Door swanging, phone ranging, I got dope
two men at the end of the fucking line Took out the phone and dimes, gazed at each other one last time Fore he snatched them and disappeared into
are on their mobile phones, forces on red alert Supermarket shelves are empty but the churches have full pews TV schedules rearranged to get the latest
time by chasing hoes All the thing you didn't know Babygirl don't think you grown Tell me who was on your phone You're hiding all these names Yeah it's
I've woken up on the wrong side of the floor since 1997 I can't get this fucking hole out of my head And as I walk on this bedroom floor with no
the A, I'mma need hoes by the busload But only the freaks, they like women That like thumbs in thei' butt hole I told you I'm cutthroat (Don't judge,
inspiration crash une nouvelle line de putain de sa mere Tellement ter ter Car sur fond de rap de rue Je crache mon glair, mon frere Des le reveil, j‘regrette
inspiration crash une nouvelle line de putain de sa mere Tellement ter ter Car sur fond de rap de rue Je crache mon glair, mon frere Des le reveil, j‘regrette
of yourself that you hate, the more that you look to replace, the more you'll be willing to pay This hole got me stuck in a game that you didn't even realize
bitch I'm comin' from the curb to this money I'm out of town, you hit my line You gon' get served by my granny, easy money
dreams fell short of hooping Tough up on the live but in the streets you make no movement Yous a shooter thooter hit my line I never knew her got
And sometimes in the night You answer the phone And they breathe down the line Just to see if you're home They sing in your garden Like dogs when the fight
banging The town of macks is gettin way hot now Police be tappin my phone and getting me locked down But it's an everyday thang if you slang 20 zips gone in
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