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Shine up in the dark like the moon sort of luminescent
Cultivating a style so wavy that it can't be messed with
Please don't try to challenge me I
I come from the east side of the second state
Then down to the south side where the first one meets
This a place that is grand and bright what can I
You know how you can support July Quin?
By asking July Quin
Another popular spiritual term is sanctified
It means set apart
For a purpose
Operator,
came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin', made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo, I had some other plans
Like the next
came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin', made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo, I had some other plans
Like the next
there inna minute,
niggas thought I learned to float
Levis 5-7s and New Balance 22's
And I got good credit thats a 742
I been a go getter since a nigga
With your mentality currently
Acting the victim is dumb to me
I had to learn to walk away
I started seeing them run to me
I started seeing the balance in
& counting & counting
I'm stackin' em commas (Stack)
By 21 bank account 7 figures, you know that I've said it before (Aye)
You know that I've said it before
Um, hello there
Ah, what's up Doc
Are you a rabbit
Yee
Alright I'm taking the shot
I just want some bitches
And some motherfuckin money
Up away like
Magnificent weapon. (GUNS.)
The Uzi is a bit heavy at seven and a half pounds, (GUNS. GUNS.)
But.. that gives it some heft and something to hang on to! (GUNS.
like that
Need a second line to bring some memories back (that's Lil' Bleek and Lil' Ivory)
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone,
of Torment
From They Who Hath Burnt in Flames
From Words of Power Uttered By the
Darkness Itself
Hail To He in The Pit
Who Is Strong
Even Before
the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies
In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities
And they gave me some time in correctional
had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
[Chorus]
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Gurindji were
had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
[Chorus]
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Gurindji were
bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Gurindji were working for nothing but
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
run this track
I'm running to class
7 Minutes I'm late
I was a second late before you closed the door
Now I'm stuck outside for a second more
Hey
Pas d'amour chez nous, j'te baise et naleki
Après un drive-by en T-Max t'es mort ou en béquille (t'es mort)
Viens pas nous tester c'est une
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
some people needa find that
So many want that money and that fame
So many corrupted things, in their brains
That's driving kids insane
Seek something
eighty when I get my second wind
Small potatoes all I ate before potato chips would cut my corner lips
Operator, operator, I will pray that you connect
per second makes a huge difference. compared it to a humming fridge
7. elephants trunk, first roar, second roar sounded a lot closer, there was a huge
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