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Kick back, David Beckham
You know, I don't have to prove myself
Already demonstrated that my mind is capable
Of anything I'm thinkin' of
Goin' in, hustle

(Goliath. Go- Go- goliath. Goliath. Go-Go- goliath)

I'm moving up, up a hill 
Carried by the faith who tells me this is right
But up ahead, blocking

move a little different
Our future should I even mention,
that doesnt mean a black cat pass by my pass im going to make an unlucky decision
Protected by

the story of a young rich nigga
They shot up my momma house
I know they had angels with em' (Not my momma)
I swear to God this the story of a young rich

sure you know the feeling
If you don't be thankful cause many be
I wouldn't wish starving even on my worse enemy
But before that, I had a job making

for death
It's gon catch you by yourself
If you ready or you not
You still sleep in a box
For real!
That's my story, my history
I can't give you but

differently than many
Perceive
My home I'd rarely leave
But I was happy
Not in a way that was sappy
We all have ups and downs
But I was enthused as strange

wanna wanna be your Saul
I wanna be your David
Your David
Yeah

How can a young man keep his way pure
By keeping it according to your word
Your word that

so
Kong angels in my ear lobe
That's why pretty girls root for the bad guy
Think I'm

David Genaro
David Genaro
David Genaro
David Genaro
Who you

streets, cops asking questions
Naw I ain't see a thing
No you can't snitch no you can't switch
That's what my brothers say
Every since a youngin' momma

teenage shrine
Everyone's got a story I’m sure you’ll find
That Pringle Rothell Christmas tree of yours and mine
So if you're ever thirsty out near Olney

the rules
Feel like David Yu
When he on that jet
NFT's to flex
But they cost a
Check and a house and a complex yeah
I got Veve on my mind that's the project

silence, signature trait,
Empty pockets now my pockets heavy, man I'm putting on that weight,
David Blaine, I levitate from bottom right to the top,
Ace

blind but now I see.

Was grace that taught my heart to feel
And grace my fears relived
How prescious did
That grace appeared
The hour I first believed

You say you know the story of the giant that was killed by the little boy
But do you know exactly when and why Goliath fell
In his hand he held

on the line for my city
And the few who grew with me
From olney down to chickies

I know mount airy ain't the scariest place to be
But youd be very mistaken

When the piano keys  tug at my heart
I begin to get sullen as the play starts
These streets make me feel possessed
Many times I saw my bruh's cars

far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe

There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power

Tradin War Stories

The Storm

All Eyez on Me

1996

in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out

Shoot your shots my g 
Shoot your shots my g 
Shoot your shots my 
G...
Shoot your shouts my g
Yh 

My girls a keeper like David de Gea 
Good with

never sold no crack in your city
That's retarded as hell
Ayo this kid a clown
I want y'all to hear my impersonation
Of how corny this nigga sound

Terry and Kathy looked a lot like sisters. Some ways they were more like twins
The story goes to show that anything can happen when hearts get mixed

Beloved

Dave East

Beloved

2018

the plate, and tell the plug can't wait to see you again
Money the root of evil, I want my demons to spend (all of 'em)
Don't panic, you in that water, I

What Trouble Are Giants?

Rich Mullins

Pictures in the Sky

1987

I'm gonna tell you a story 
That you've probably heard 
And at the risk of being redundant 
I'm gonna tell you something 
That may not thrill you