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Dealing cards, fake IDs, we be going off
Whip the Benz, foreign cars, we be down by law
Flip the smoke, burn it off, we be rolling raw
Making bread, keep it

Listen me, dem Timid
Bruce Lee, a so mi pen bad
Kick dem wid lyrics, di woll a dem aah retreat
Delete dem entrance

See me? really need repentance
Evil

of this life hasn't yet taken effect. 
Im too distracted by dreaming of what i wished that i had. 
Money, cars, and houses. 
Monotony, has me chained

(Yeah!)
Ayyy, uh
(Wooooooooo)

Off the track
(Off the track)
Ran your course
(Ran your course)
She wants a body
(Want a body)
I endorse
(I endorse)

No surrender, no retreat
You don't see no white flags waving on my side
No mercy
Mama say something wrong with me
She might be right, take em back
My

talking cheap
Mix that lean let's have some sip
Fuck that bitch and go to sleep fuck her fuck her
Man it's no retreat no surrender
I'm pushing my P On G
Sit

Invincible

Dreezy

No Hard Feelings

2016

downfalls got overshadowed by my achievements
I knew that I was different but nobody ever saw the vision
So 'bout a year ago all of you believers was

aiming for those who representing
Bourgeoisie and their interests
Making money off the backs of the hardest laboring
Fuck a golf trip dad and his retreats

fall
Dried by the sand and your attire
I'm not yours
The clothes I now wear better cement reliance on you
I didn't mean to leave a trail
I feel your eyes

and run.
At Yorktown the British could not retreat,
Bottled up by Washington and the French Fleet,
Cornwallis surrendered and finally we had won!

can't retreat
Cover your tracks
Cover your tracks

You know that nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Nothing's going on, no

She's no

legs
Take a shot
Maybe try to bite instead of bark
I spent my life living in the dark
Now I turn vision into landmarks
Brick by brick I'm building up

Feeling giant in my 35 feet
Brought the bribe in and they ran it by me
Neh neh neh how they talk about me
Like weh weh weh when I brought the tai chi

to change huh, I'm still the shit right
For everything I gain, there's something else I lose
15 to pick and choose, I live by better rules
Don't get this shit

Look at our neighbors' apartment
And all the money that they've spent
While we barely make rent
Just trying to get by

Hear how they speak in their

were the Marshals
Killed by Ol' Charley Red
There were no signs of Red, no signs of blood or retreat
Nor were there tracks left by his feet leaving
Where

though I've been underrated
By people that hated
Been feeling deflated
But this my first album so I'm screaming Fuck it my nigga I made it
Yeah
From

to the pig's door
And then the wolf said
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin"
So I huffed and I puffed
And I blew that

song
I was on the low when things went wrong (Went wrong)
My feelings got hit by storms (by storms)
And still I made it out, I'm strong
More alive than I

The Crows
A collection of ten tracks
Inspired by the late poet Edgar Allan Poe and his works
This project is the embodiment of Mr. Blackburn's growth

and send, a few shots towards your friend
Because if I do then he need it, massive ego watch it bend
Making tunes all we do, driving by the ocean
Nothing new

and into the light

Pistols at dawn, lines are already drawn
You shoot for the heart but you waited too long
Cover your tracks then you slip through

47Goonz

Dirty Sanchez

Summer Knights

2013

a dream, just perceived how I live
So it's make believe, rather unique
Lavish, sweet all live in a rapper physique
Hit up a show then after retreat back

our brave boys borne away, and some in death grow pale
And in the seven days fight going back, on bloody fields we left our track
When other regiments