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to up the prices when Ralo left the streets
I wanted to say free him but fucking round with them feds that nigga dead meat
Tekashi talking brazy must be
was you
How you make me out to be the needy one?
You said you wanted me first but now you on the run?
This ain't how it's done boy come learn 101.
with some money, man
C'mon man, be cool, man
Y'all Mexicans always come with this shit
Yo, Dre! Kick in the bass!
Ooh, that's funky, that's funky
the world on your shoulders
I was in the wrong place
At the right time
And what's the worst I'd see
By giving myself to the earth below me
Not knowing
Yeah
SMG
Hope thisn't true all this things That am thinking
The voices in my head won't Even let me be thinking
In my thought everyday am Drowning
Accepted en-mass
Don't be fooled by your own folly
Folly, that's all I heard when I've done no wrong
I changed the tune but it's the same song
Can't find
And of course I’m gonna eat it
Ye I told her that I love her
But she knows I didn’t mean it
Why you motherfuckers gotta be naive
The less you know the truth
stale for this here naive young male
I had a Motorola two-way in this brick-like cell
That was the only way that I was even allowed to connect
But I will
need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock
Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin' with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game
the same as the end
Nothing has changed but the time
I'll never be making you mine
I wanted a place by your side
Wanted a place in your eyes
Wanted a place
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
dealing
How many caskets can we witness
Before we see it's hard to live
This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness
Ask mama I got this urge
to be
I tend to find hope in the fantasy
But I'm crippled by the possibility
Of being a fraud
Then again I never thought
That I'd get this far
Writing
say your grace
I want to be whatever is your favorite place, oh
I just want to be close
I want to be the hat you put on your head
I want to be
with us 'cause we ain't fucking with you
And we must be fucking with you
So much you must be goin' out your mind (yeah, Shady Records Mixtape)
(Come
with us 'cause we ain't fucking with you
And we must be fucking with you
So much you must be goin' out your mind (yeah, Shady Records Mixtape)
(Come
remember
Cause I've been sittin here for days
Aint nothing really changed
I dont want to be the same
Is this just some sick game
Catch me down by
me close cause you will see
This was not meant to be
I fought for too long, now I'm paralysed
Take back all your hollow ties
Maybe you'll understand
just where to go
But this time I would know
Cause it's your heart that I call home
Well, I like writing melodies
And humming out a tune
But I love it
are empty
You've never seen a gun and you claim to be a gangster, you pretend to be someone You're not
You're surrounded by 40 people to help you with
are feeling could be mental, and you can place your hand on the inside edges of your feet or on your head to target this area. Or you could try placing
the truth must be revealed
your eyes wide open and u still can't see
steady smoking blunts talking bout 'i'm free'
spend all your time sleeping with the enemy
DYG
Devilish Young Gods could it be me
I hear voices in my head
I hear voices late night sleeping in my bed
Could it be the Devilish Young Gods
Talking
A sacred place for my soul to project and collect
All this knowledge swimming in my head
I'm what you call
A Dream Walker breaking through walls
Each night
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