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children, habitats in tall buildings
Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators
Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered
Dreams
Holy assumption of man into the heaven's sphere
Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
Evangelists re-imagine every 11 years
Pause for
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
the time to bring it back to life
Let's scream by the ocean side!
Seven years - memories
Still saved and sealed by blood brothers hill
We were young - we've
I can never get my mind right, there's something wrong with me
Blinded by the limelight, it's getting so hard to see
Twenty four seven I'm high, I
anyway
Might have took me along time
But a nigga still made it here anyway
Hey
Might have took me a lil while
But a nigga still got here anyway
Thought I
peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I won't
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
(I will not apologize) I will
My Grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half,
Than the old man himself.
Though
was true I learnt a lesson from you
Shield me from all the wrong I feel protected by you
Appreciate it every time I get a blessing from you
Tried
on the wall I'm fine
Tell myself it's all in my head
Swear I still smell you in my bed
Twenty four hours under quarantine
Think these four walls closing in
up in bed with
Delay the connection, I still think of you
And I’m hating the fact that I came up in second
I caught you in a phase
It was a whole lotta
(Alright, Worktape, take fifty-six)
(Fifty-seven)
(Fifty-seven, I'll make it right this time)
Tonight's Jenny's pourin' the Smirnoff
Guess
fast forward seven years, and this shit still ain’t right
Wanna give up, but I swear that shit don’t be feeling right
Now fast forward seven years
up, and play it loud
Hip-hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, I knew I'd
useless and dumb
'Cause they've seen it all and they still can't come
Oh, let me tell you, it's a dirty world
Oh, it's a dirty world
It's a dirty world
It won't stop
You can't fight the feeling
You can't fight the feeling, no
Uh, and I keep a couple most dope homies by me
So there ain't too many
Have you ever felt
Like no one else could feel you
The harder that
You try to live
The more that life will kill you
& still you try to pick it up
stayed home don't know why I came out
Momma not home she stayed with my father
Hospital fronted but shoutout the doctor
Home by eleven it took me a hour
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music play
This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray
From all the homeboys around the way
So def it won't get
can’t fight so it was nothing not to spray my picture different by the way same life style but different through the day I’m with my niggas who gone spray
Hustle 24-7 boy no break
The street no be safe but I still gon' dey
The game no be safe but I still gon' play
Fake jiggas all around so I depend on my fate
Ayy, check it out, baby
See, look here for one second, let me holla at you
Who is your dawg
Trae
Hell Naw, I don't wanna holla at no motherfucker
sitting in that hall by the kitchen
Rocket up that second flight, I'm a man on a mission
Her door open, seen my sister in the fetal position
Now nothing was
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