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where I can be with whatever The type of money where we can get a crib together The type of money where we can have a kid together Stay by side til
You sang emotion like the magic you don't ever see I could have sat there listening forever You were all that and more than I could ask for when I
Never happy anymore, that's as if you couldn't tell I can't take it anymore, but I'm too proud to ask for help All this pain inside can't be repaired by
, tell him his dad has the kid Already died for the kid, came back alive for the kid Yuh, the name of the game is survival again Like when the Bible
gotta scratch them ticks Ain't rich but I might be And I'mma shoot these flicks I'mma turn these tricks anything for a slight fee Yea made in America
Standing by the elevator Feeling gloomy and down Waiting for the flashing light To lift me up from the ground Then the elevator opened And I
We're the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean? Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy Queens Day, cash
remember when he was a rookie, a tough cookie Beatin' down kids for playin' hookie You see Roy is the type of ne-gro With a alter-ego that's illegal
for seven days And seven nights, the chosen ones spark the light Of the Sun, that's killin off villains by the ton Sealin all the doors
in the ass If she ever says we Made a kid when I make it I'll grab her vile her mutherfuckin' neck And try to break it! Cause I knew I wore a fucking
texts Spy the kids habits ain't no Juni Cortez See it’s only after buildin' when feelin's can be so complex A structure made of purest emotion
fucking live for? They watch other People chasing success And they decide to destroy What a poor kid is building Okay it's me P Jay I play too much But I
surrounding me So I'm sitting here praying for silence They don't like my spit, never fit their image They forgot that we were here since the beginning Black
oceans for emotions, sick Got me shaking his hand with an open fist What's he notice in my Grasp besides the calluses? A soul that's trapped by My mind's
more than your hands could hold I've learned that was a metaphor you said for when getting old Man, time will really go an make a kid change I never got
trick or treating Robbin' little kids for sacks [Unknown] got behind our ass Broke the fuck out and said late Skate to my house sucker sittin down
Was loved for the lyrics I spit, those times were the dearest to my ego and id Now I'm making my beats, I'm making a mess, I'm taking my time, I'm
Back when I was nothin' You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by) That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin' Even when the skies
a new day Taking one step at a time You were what I needed I was falling Hiding my emotion You made me see the truth Your love was what I needed
was the devil himself Tells me if I choose to join him we'll be conquering shit Guess he thought I was a kid who's gonna fall for his trick Give him my
it By the smell on the skunk It's the funk we blow it So split the mud and reach for the sack Ease up your mind never look back Inhale deeply
Manson, I'm a muthafuckin' thriller Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit's what I shoulda did Mom
Like no problemo Until I heard kiddies Who dissin' on they demos Not just that Go on the net Phat Fam dissed by Bobby Little sick kid Who surf porn
that went on by coming back alone to this empty room The time that we had was like alchemy I'm on a balcony but no view Trust when the sun goes down for
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