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Where the fuck'd he come from
And why is he here?
Dressed in some dope shit your
Stylist probably would wear
Look like Egyptian hieroglyphics
victim, cursed and crippled wisdom
The last task for you is to find it
Stress is already defined
By the god you've been assigned
Clear your mind
If you run
my eyes closed
I ran it up in the field they say I should've been all pro
I can cop it by the yard and sell out the yard sale tomorrow my nigga
Life is
dickhead
Oh shit, you ain't got a lane yet
Well I'm winning, call me big head
Dot Rotten it's vegan today
But, by tomorrow that man is chicken
Dot
to the grind With the homie
24 hours feels slow man
Fucking with you feels Heavy
Back to wall
Don't fall ma brother
Tryna put a smile on your face
Ma brother
about your
Plastic, ask it, I'll tell you what you want to know
And if I tell you no, don't be all up on it dope
Frontin' so your friends won't know
are the encouragement to conquer tough times
Friends are essential each day each month each year
Treasure times of yesterday today and tomorrow
Look
Why them man talking 'bout trap
And work they never have done
My side don't know about pressure
And my brothers they never could run
Man
Can I get a Amen (Amen brother)
But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirt
Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse
Sittin some leather
Pray for people, watch each other
Look over your brother's shoulder
Bring your loved ones closer till it's over, I tell 'em
Pray for people, fighting
remarried, had my little brother Gary
My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts
By the time I was nine, I was outta my mind
My step pops didn't like
to understand me
What should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family
What else could I do?
By fifteen, many brothers had to run
I had mad dough, mad friends
ghost writin’ my bars
Bromance in advance your given chance to my heart
I'm on tour, PGA
You've been a birdie by my side from our beginning days
Acronym
Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain, we all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there is always tomorrow
Lean on me when you're not
You know he ain't never gone
Got some brothers in the sky
Got some right by my side
Them opps know what it is
We the seekers they go hide
Friends
of the time
These brothers aint carin about jack
So there's no tomorrow
The horrors of the after life
Feelin like I'm already in hell
Done died twice
Stabbed in
tomorrow be all right
I cant feel my face you could never kill the life
Kill the lights
I take my time
I get it in
I lost all my friends
And i don't
I fuck a bitch she a 10 out of 10
I leave with your girl and her friends
You know by tomorrow I leave her on read
Im makin more money I love me some
ride independently
Pen filled with venom ink
Ugly truth is some of your friends become enemies
Fucked me up mentally
Had to hide in anemones
Where's
noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About
the kind of love
That is so pure and oh so true
As I embrace the new and sacrifice for you
Lately your tenderness it comforts me
As I am bound by your love
stop frontin to your friends like you knew me
Cause you don't and you never did, kid
So FUCK your respect and the shit you claim ya did
To all ya real,
motherfuckin clouds
Another day
Tomorrow is another gift
Open your eyes and youl find you can see straight through the mist
That shrouds your vision restricting
no friends not again
I got my brothers and with me till end
You want to talk man fuck a friend
If you feeling down want you to hit my phone
I hop
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