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a beautiful name. It was raining and I didn't have a lot of time. 
I wanted to tell you how much I admired you but the line was too long. 
How beautiful I think

a teen
He made the most fearful mien he had ever seen
He was just staring into nothing, he couldn't say a thing
Someone told me you see yourself bleeding

me!
right?!
by now
my pants are ashes
how many chances
can be asked to have
you got 3 loves in your lifetime
least thats what I was told
the first ones

some help, hmm
Just turned on the digit in the kitchen by myself made
Stand up you ain't got two heads under your belt and pick your pants up
Zip

this four by four
Could turn to a nine by nine
I was going both ways
Tryna get me dime
But I couldn’t even seem
To get by
Remember them days
Long nights

the mad ragers
Love my moms
Its too bad that my dad hate her
How the hell I got made?
Ask later
People wanna work in the future
But they just past haters

you’re too shy like Zahara
Bhal incwad encane puff and pass it like Brown Dash
Look however you do it whenever you do it as long as you tell the whole wide

I done took many losses it made me a beast
I swear to god all my niggas gon eat
Got a standing ovation they hop out their seats
Been dreaming so long

blush
Her crisp eyes that'll make a player quick to rush
Don't you say too much, she said I'll make you hush
By the grace of God, see we had a class

Understand it's gettin worse tho cash fallin
Out my pants hands on a
Hearse tho my killa from the cento
Give you bullets it's like o-chose
Long live my dog man

some shit I'm just tryna find a fix 
You was with us then you packed fuck ya leave you where you at 
I really mean it killa cam I've been working on Sam

Get a grip on the barbell, time to begin
Gym pants flapping in the wind
We're training our biceps, triceps
While you're training your chin, silence

My

weakening
The distance was too long to reconnect
Her patience and arms too short to reach for me
I’m going through something, watch your tone when you speak

Get off yo ass stop wasting time,
How the hell you wanna shine but you don't even wanna grind,
You need to do something before you fall too far

a faker too!

And the godsend I'm waiting on
Has told me I'm acting wrong
Play that silly fucking song
Tell me why are you taking so long?

And all of my

, and real as it gets I did not expect you,
Intelligence and a high I.Q., perfect smile and a booty too,
But you made it clear no sudden moves,
Six months you

I stuff them racks and the bag in the basement
My rap sheet too long I been thugging since placement
They rapping my song cause my music be wavy
I

they owe me

Yea they gone pay me in blues
Invoices too,
Don’t give a fuck
What they choose

Long as they choose

Impatient please make a move

We use

Still Wanted Dead or Alive

Kool G Rap

Live and Let Die

1992

the precinct 
And drop ten with the Glock-10 
I made another cop spin 
Now Uncle Sam really wants me 
But I'ma hit some more spots, then I'm flyin' out

Postin' High

Masta Ace

The Best of Cold Chillin'

2001

it up and string it
Open up and sting it
Ooh, what's up, you think I'm jokin'?
Just because I'm broke and I came here by a token?
Yeah aight, sleep

off the radar to show you I play hard
My gang don't play by the rules, man we play our
Scorch our opponent, we burning the state down
Breaking the dash

Our Dirty Big Secret

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

made from bill blake's horses of instruction. 

I invented ground so I could break it and throw it in your eyes. 
By the way, nasa bit space from

like I'm made tough and not at all
Breakin the walls down
Would you let me in now
Trying not to fall
Feel like I've been through it all
Nowhere to go but

a top hit
I long for crowds to be saying hot shit I written
Even without 4k vision

You might see me
At the top of the charts for 3 weeks
Or when you look