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was dreaming bout the hundreds
And the penty with the view
Boy I been ready for the top floor
Stacking paper to the ceiling
Making money by the million

Go

Ezio

Black Boots on Latin Feet

1995

go, I'm gonna do the same
I'm gonna slam the door, pace the floor
Fall down on my knees
I'm gonna cry out your name and say 

Go, please go

lies in my head, there’s been lies in my heart 
I've been tortured by this riddle and I don't know how to start 
With a lightning flash and thunder, boys

Fuck around, they take your son
My niggas had the right to run
We twist our fingers into guns
They get torn apart by the son
You can't thrive

Killswitch

Colette Carr

Skitszo, Pt. 1

I'm drowning in your eyes
The powers out we lost it all
I fallen hard you pulled the rug and watched me fall
Now your dropping calls
I think were

heart surrounded by walls
Got the blueprints
Got you open like nudists
I like my kitties with claws
Never snooze and don't pause
I got 4 seasonal sauce

but your still a hard act to follow
Your baby boy is chilling in the A T L
And by the grace of god were all doing well
There's not a thing I wouldn't do

the cost
Weapons will not prosper but they form
Still going through it
Living life in a storm
Right outside the eye
I cant take it anymore
And If I make it

I got pride 
Never been a fuck boy put that on my life 
I can not control what you feel about me 
I can not control out your mouth what you speak
But

Loving my life
Never thought twice 
Was head first
I'm running marathons til my legs hurt 
I'm never stopping
It's like my goals is finally in reach

it's nothing but I see it clear
My doubtful self will make the pain disappear
My doubtful self wakes up to you and falls back to slumber
My aching mind

boy put my Glock down
I put head shots out on all my opps now, cuz’ I got time now
I’m sick who cold as me (Facts)
Member them bitches ain’t even notice

to give's
A 404
A life I live's
Behind the 808's
I'm not tryna meet my fate 
By falling to the stuff and violence
So I spit over happy sounding beats
To make

A fuck to give's
A 404, A life I live's
Behind the 808's
Im not tryna meet my fate
By falling to the stuff and violence
So I spit over happy sounding beats

Canadians solve em blam
Argentina is playing
The power goes out now
Ain't no room for romans
Them bodies they fall down
Six girls and two boys the man said,

16 walking wit a four fifth
I’m from Orleans not New Orleans
Down the hill boy from the convent
Bitch I came up on fortune
2 second walk from the 95

momma
Ya boy grown up
Got a son of my own
Can't be a fuck up
Time well spent
And the lessons consumed
Around the dinner table
Thanksgiving food
I'm

Scared of the thunder?

Shit do i really sound like that?
Yeah kinda

Knife up my head
Take out my brain
Replace it with my heart 
Make me feel less pain

forth emancipate
I am what I am and I will be great, Hey!
Life no be joke out here
court on my neck and a brother in debt
I work all night just to pay

those bitches up just cuz I like to watch em fall
Fuck em all, we grabbin this tiger by the claws
An expression, like a literature lesson in study hall

These boys is some cowards I do it for you
No need for details you know what I do
I show that commitment I'm showing that love
Know that I'm smart

Left you by the towerblock
Strut your stuff on my catwalk
Dream was easy life it turned out hard

Walking round that old graveyard
Talk in tongues we

bow 
That means Every man, woman and even ya child 
This ain't identity theft 
This an identity gift
God resurrected my life and told me boy listen here

a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

I'm gifted check out my rhymes are unlimited
Universally accepted by all residents
Over sudden my