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Success isn't measured by rewards you've been given
Know your worth never sell your soul to make a commission
Sometimes hard times can make you rush your

out to Sam Raimi (come get some) Bruce Campbell (haha)
(Come get some) yeah (come get some)

Alright, okay, look
Uh, dead by dawn
Swallow your soul

Swinging from left to right, you throwing me jabs
It's looking fluid
All of my niggas telling me dub her, I might as well do it
There's no more shit that we

And say something like

I keep my soul
And the breath in my lungs
Keep the love that I had, girl
Whatever's left you can take (whatever's left you can

let em eat
I ain't here for the debating
If you gotta say something than say it
Nigga

Glass of something

Aye bruh why he keep looking at me funny

Bobby baby...

Bobby bubi...

Angel, I've got something to tell you Bob...

Rob-O...

Robby, love...

Bobby, honey...

Bobby, we've been

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Pray for me
That one day
For me
For me
Delete
The fake funny
Stay awake for me
For me
This how
I stay
Coming
Make you say
Something
No

They rereading what I wrote
I'm proceeding to they soul
I proceeded to the bag
And I did that writing poems
I been lied to all my life
Cutting tension

depression 
Just starting that chick fully charged it
My soul is his target
Partially consumed by his darkness
Should I fight it or give up and die quick
I'm

your bracket
Must be a dub
I can see just by the way you acting
What relationship
Shipped it out
And I didn't care to track it
Got a icy soul
Just to hug

I keep livin in your love I keep livin in it
Stand on business from above, cuz my heart repented
I got glisten on my soul, love the way it's hittin

sure you
Right by my side
Line em' up
Cruising on these niggas
In my Benz truck

They know what's up turning all my L's
Into a big dub
We turn shit up

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

of music burning
Through my sentient soul

Funny how
You can put me in a cage
And my offspring
Still have a memory of the maze
An intensity spawns deep

a Beezone
Lil' mama take care of me
You can rest assured, Chachirelli really take care of you
I can be your provider, soul mate, confider mental health

Experience and knowledge is the main conjunction junction
Yea, that's my function and I offer an abundance
But can't be reluctant, it's something that needs

on slots
Wow I won one big lot
Went to the lot where the dub was caught
And the first thing I did was 500 squats
Whipped out my gun ready and cocked
Everyone

Trust Nobody

Master P

Mama's Bad Boy

1992

really cares he died on dope dealers
But that don't mean shit, cause a nigga like me pack a 9 and 3 clips
And I don't trust a soul from them nigga by my

I'm tryna right my wrongs
But it's funny them same wrongs
Helped me write this song, now
I'm tryna right my wrongs
But it's funny them same wrongs

I'll leave somethings behind
So you'll remember me by
Find me in the horizon
And now I'm Sun-Deep
Looking like a Sun-Drop
And now it's funny
How I'm

for good people I know it's funny
I do good things and good things keep on coming
I'm a good human being momma taught her boy something

Born a lover,

[VERSE 1]

Think I need therapy to set the record straight
But it’s funny when my enemies hinder me and come with hate
Keep it up, I’m a basket case

I wanna live in the South of Korea
I want a crib in Japan by Osaka
Lay on the beach in the Caymans for summer
And I want a spot where my neighbor's

weighing on my soul 
I find It funny how 
People say they slide for the boy 
But they never slide when they get the call 
They just block me off 
Time to cut