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transgressions demand
Let them know their LORD
And die by His Hand

The eyes of the black priest
will torment us for so long
but now we know where is the talisman we are looking for:
it hangs at his neck

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FUGA DALLA

just might die with scowl
You might get killed by your pal
That real nigga shit ain't his style
I'm never surprised and never wowed
And even when down

Get the money, feed my family, that was only the dream, so supreme
Share with my team, making sure we dont need
Then I see, Im thunderstruck by

his hood u a think I band him

Spendin 2 hundred on trees just to help my mind at ease I'm 2 hundreds degrees I won't let my mind freeze they say I'm

your voice
It began to crack
I knew that we 
Had a fighting chance 
The look in your eyes
Was pure romance
I know that we've had our bad times
But I can

you all in your mind 
He took your vision and eyes you were blind 
He was the devil his contract you signed 

But I’m here to save you and help you

[Xai Cross]

You the finest drug on the market 
Purely cut by the sharpest 
Of tongues inside of the ocean 
They had dumped all of the sharks in

till yal throw me confetti 

Even then I’ll throw it back ain’t celebrating till I’m legend 

 I do not define that by money pictures 

And weapons

his friend, 
I just make doe on ends,
No I ain’t loadin skengs but,
I hit the road with peng,
An I got flows that trend,
Better not phone for 10’s,
I

at first sight
Hustle in the air inspired by the city lights
Blessed to meet real ones, kind ain't need to shield from
Mark been my right hand, since 09 my

the blame cause
We in this together, it ain't no sides
I can't read your mind
but I'm still trying to see through your eyes
I gave you my heart and
Now they

his hood u a think I band him

Spendin 2 hundred on trees just to help my mind at ease I'm 2 hundreds degrees I won't let my mind freeze they say I'm

Yeah
I just dont understand how
Dont be fooled by the beard I got bars
When I touch the beat I'm a go hard
I do not write for the club 
I write for

makers 
Seen em sleep on they ass they go soon awaken 
We gon pop if it’s smoke then the room get shaken
3rd eye open off the shrooms we takin 
This shit

Get a lil taste and wana copy ya

Big body the way I maneuver 
They heard the drums from the slums that bang through the sewer
Yeah I been livin off

It’s only natural for subjects to bring a king his feast

Got em hurt
Got em shook
Niggas really thought this shit was by the book

Got em hurt
Got em

over heat over til late 
Whining to the beat
Got my girls by my side they’re the VIP’s
Prada x nike from their head to their knees
We paint the town red

cause i heard it thru the grapevine
Shorty think I’m thirsty, give me water and ill make wine
(Aye)
Apple of my eye, you hit my phone for the FaceTime

In a blink of an eye
You'll lay in bed til surprised
A beast who slithers and cries
Coming to lay by your side

Really thought you'd make it
No one

out at night
My child's eyes are struggling to fight
It won't be long until
The friends I know are gone
And replaced by complimentary strangers

the muhfuckin lotus
Red in my eyes, still seen golden
I'm getting tired of all of these bogus lil bitches, I'm hiding from all of the phonies
I stay getting fried

And sabotaged, let them pass me by

Now I sing for all these women
Who shut their eyes to shield the pain
Hoping to make it through till it ends
It can't be

to the nines
Thinkin' he's sly
With his eyes on me
Hey!
Somethin's familiar 'bout you
How do you do?
It's been quite a long time
Since I loved you
Now we're both