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it's rough
Hope you figure it out before you slumber
Sorry that it's hard for me to pick up on your number
Especially last winter, lost my tears by

danced and flirted, kissed the men
But except for an instance or two, When it
Came time to make it with Cass
Cass had somehow slipped away
Eluded the men

shots to the cats
Don't lack
Shubz on a Friday pulling up at Jbo's gaff (skrting ay)
2-2 gyal getting moved by 2-2 man (2-2 man ay)
Come off the decks

hate yea eh ay
I'm taking these
Two, to
Where we Belong
Hey eyyyy (Ohhhhh)

I lost track of this mind, chewed up, and gripped the vine
Plucked the fruits

hate yea eh ay
Im taking these
Two, to
Where we Belong
Hey eyyyy (Ohhhhh)
I lost track of this mind, chewed up, and gripped the vine
Plucked the fruits

freebase
Now I got the boyz 
In my hood up on Coinbase
Huh
They taking smart contracts
And for the right crypto coin
A push ya top back
Huh
But that was just

FEAR.

Kendrick Lamar

DAMN.

2017

could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothafucka up
And then I'd take two puffs
I've been hungry all my life
I'm high now, I'm high now
I'm high now,

FEAR.

Kendrick Lamar

DAMN.

2017

could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothafucka up
And then I'd take two puffs
I've been hungry all my life
I'm high now, I'm high now
I'm high now,

thoughts
But try to come for me with Gepetto flows
If i ever sold, I'd be Boyz II Men how I let it snow
Yea, best believe I’m plottin’
I been a student

Bring 'Em Home Safely

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for

that on my tab, break that 
Lay you on the slab and watch how i carry the track yea
Put that on my back, and put your ass to the ground
Out for blood

the words of dead men's song
Down through the years many men
Have yearned for freedom
Some found it only on the open road
So many tears of blood have fell

sleep my nigga 
I ain't cocky bout my path 
That's by no means 
Sugar water babies 
Tryna make it off a hoop dreams 
Poppa was preacher 
Mama was teacher

2:
I’m representing, overworked, underpaid, working class poor. 
Over ruled by unjust laws, in courts, of countries torn, apart by wars.
Sore galore,

exploited, abused, by women and men. Skeptical of fools, whose story confuse, as usual, don’t make sense, since not true. Refused being duped. Locked in

2 Men
Never really had a snapback cuz I lost my cap
Fitted caps don't look good on me, so I gotta find a way
To locate my brothers and spend time
Been

Made Niggaz

2Pac

Supercop

1996

wit all this gave me they hate to cherish 
But still I made it 
A made nigga made by the game 
Made for war 
My aim is simple and plain 
Yah wether

And my own blood, was everywhere
And it was my birthday last month, by the way
I am two years old and learning how to walk again
And upon discovery
It's

get the best of me
Though it test me on a daily basis
And traces the tracks of my tears down my cheeks and over my lips
Taste the freedom though it

like it's cinnamon
Excuse me if I'm militant
The sinning men in my hood could leave a nigga quivering
Like goddamn, deliver him, the venom and his

myself dimming my stardom shit
Somebody tell these hoes Its a legend at large come get me
A team bitch Im Jason by the lake scene Killing her
Matter

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

the cops, the fakes
Woah
I know you all by face
Yuh
Officer not today
My nigga you fucking up my play
Look in my eyes
You’d be surprised
Fear nobody but

Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit

Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'