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I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
dropping by and you expected me to be free
Well, I'm saving all my loving for someone who's loving me
Oh, no (oh no) walk out the door (walk out
dropping by and you expected me to be free
Well, I'm saving all my loving for someone who's loving me
Oh, no (oh no) walk out the door (walk out
purpose mane
We all die but do we live and learn
From mistakes
If this a Bug's Life
I'm The Beatles
It's the Truth like Beanie Sigel
In a Regal wit no heat
why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road
Grew up in the backdrop of a small town
Nissan truck, dropped down
Volkswagen Rabbit, with the top down
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin' on twenties wearin' nice clothes
but ain't nuttin' like pimpin' hoes, and ridin' Vogues
I live a good life,
out
I ain't worried bout the pussy nigga finding out
I'm BAD live life like Michael
On top of my game like a spiral
Neck deep
In the dope game
If
Houston //
And its got me feeling lifty //
And I probably won’t stop rapping till Iv overdosed by 50 //
I just keep my circle small, keep these commas up
everyone live, let everyone live, let everyone live, let everyone live
Unlike other beasts, I’m not sadistic so let everyone live
[Verse 3]
Table, table,
which is deeper down in florida than the fucking
muck we be musing on for our lives and their
muhfuckin' amusement, here, at this beautiful
museum.
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
Will crumble underneath my feet PELIOS
Verse: 3
Live from the Nawfside
Upper Echelon talent takeover vibe
I’m Not a Rapper I’m a mutated Demi God
and light this house on fire
Goodnight, I'm still up, I told my girl to lay down
I see the bottle is full, I'm 'bout to drink it way down
What up Bun my
[Hook 2X]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Jelly sickle
Look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas
born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
love so far away
Do you think of me I think of you
A rose bloomed out a broken home
Forgiveness reigns from all my soul
I'm alive live live live live
by somebody that still live with they mama
But that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama
As for books, the mind is a terrible thing
as hard as ever
Chillin as hard as
Ever
I'm driving by the ocean
Got weight on my shoulders
I won't let it hold me down
Keep both eyes on the road and
I
I gotta keep a pipe that will take a nigga's life
And all them races on my bike, police chases from the racist in the night
Now, I'm with my niggas
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
From da city
Full of chrome go gettas
Teflon n bullet proof on
Road setters
Gunchesta got a city Full of barrettas
They live by da sword
Mad man's
down from no nigga
This the Life that I live it's the Life that I live yehh
I always been a Fucking Go Getta
Ha yeah this the life I live nigga
I'm cut
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