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feeling
Seasons seasons
Fall sun or rain He the reason

Ay
We be rotating around, revolving all day
Don't even know it now, it just be the same
We be living

just put diamonds in all of my Rollie faces

Jealousy and all that fake shit
A murder scene with all these cases
Sippin' codeine by the case
Moonrock got

clear my head
Sittin on the rocks glad to be alive
Waitin on the Southbound 7:45
Ain't no one gonna miss me til the day I'm outta here
Hangin out in

Forever & Always

Shaggy 2 Dope

F.T.F.O.

2006

fuckin clown pimp, never passin away
And I'll ALWAYS be your homie from way back in the day
Death can't have this cause I'm quicker than bullets,
Red necks

a whole block by hisself he he one deep
Shit got real I remember them good days
Spanking the opps back to back like them boys had a good game
Wax he

right after work
I stopped in at the barnside
A bar where divorcees lurk
I'd been married for seven years
And planned on at least couple more
Just wanted

planned

I always knew this day would come
Seven does not add up to one
Now I'm faced with what I havе always known
Your time might be up but I have morе

world, creation for all mankind to see
Seven days minus five, are all that will be left to me
Can you walk this path for me
Can you pull me from insanity

9) Barbados Rum-Ok, written at 30, so this an updated version of Caribbean Dreamin’ which was written at 18. To Joanie, again, for that first taste

thrower, turn his ass to vapors

He burned bread for my folks, so I return the favor
I turn the cushion to trap, shooters from Jamaica
That'll rock, shut

If this is all we do then we got one thing right
One thing right
Baileys in my coffee
Sipping by the mountainside
One thing right
Hop in the car,

don't care how you double tap it
I know fasho the sober me couldn't love you like this

I was just in the cut with my niggas we like blood
Living by

shot at
Pre rolled
Good drank
Hibernate
A full day
Just on my shit again
No time to make amends
No need for these confessions
I fully understand
Cause I

a pushed a wraith
Riding down on Collins manifest it till it happen I see dem racks pilling
Feel like I can change the world from my voice nigga
Say all

Twenty-seven never been the prime
Who knew what a nigga had to climb, niggas almost gave up
Momma keep on praying on my life
Thank God for the money

July to the dumbest guy
Who couldn't see it coming
Blinded by the love in my eyes
And for some reason this is the first time where you don't cry
And for

Picchu

One day I myself will venture in the search of these stargates
For through the portals in Machu Picchu lies an entrance to the core of the Earth

this
I ran into a couple musical crisis's (Oh no)

Takin' shortcuts in life is not the way
Sometimes I just wanna go finish my day, yeah
Stayin' up late

the whole clique rollin' deep
Bumpin' Le Freak by Chic, dipped like The Iron Sheik
My bitch look like Sgt. Slaughter, different physique
Showin', still she

muthafucker
Been up in these streets
I was raised by mrs.jeanetta
So lucky gone play for keeps
Got to get it all day nigga 24/7
I'm too loud but I'm silent
All

I hold in my hand
A silver saucepan
Been looking for one this size
 
Been meaning to try
To start my days right
With Quakers not Marlboro Lights

But

and show these nigga, huh
Swear they seven days, these niggas weak, we tryna over get em
Try me at my peak like this shit sweet, bitch, I got poles,
Fuck

And it's six k k all my young niggas spray
Johnny a bitch took off running from jay
He was dissing at night so we creeping in day
Ima hop out the car spray

behavior 
They let me work these stables 
I never prayed a day in my life 
But now I'm finally able

Sometimes you don't know what you need until you get it