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of your love
I'm up
I'm up

What the fuck is happiness anyway
Is it just a drug for the everyday
Keep me in line so every time cry
I'm itching for the hit

mix
Surrounded by investors, dope dealers, and pretty chicks
Minus the ‘R’ cuz they more petty
But porn heavy
Don’t ask how I’m built, cuz I was born

by, I try to distract myself, get something else to do like watch YouTube and avoid art

It’s 1am again and all that I can see is your chat is open,

In the shadows of man I’ve been waiting
Standing by to watch you reap the spoils of Time, and the space in which you occupy
Watching you wither in

Pondering to shut off the lights
Joy to be killed by a smile
Running in a narcissistic shoe
I don't think you have a fucking clue
What your actions pushed us

marked by the darkness and its plight
Cuz from early on, I felt the soul's sparks ignite
Bright enough to shoot through the dark in the night
Materializing

can you sense it?
I been painting pictures of this pain I witness
Better pick your poison in this life, you get no fucking warning
Black out all

it over samples and snares
Barbers chopping, not stopping, killing each other with shears
Composers like Chopin bring into your ears strings

breathe in
Bitch, know I'm about to hit her back, yeah
Girl, I'm sick of all this shit
Fuck your world, middle fingers to the earth
What the fuck you want

alone when you not by my side
I need to know why you always outside
Calling and texting is hurting my pride
Can't wait to hear what the excuse is this

Welcome to the Salvo School
New lessons same old fool
Let us part your head sea
See the bottom of brain death

Let us sell their last breath in

simple and plain
Get the bag, pick up a pen
Be a man, stick to the plan
Think with your brain then work with your hands
Think it through before you run

to think about
Groovy sulci
I follow your phrenologic map
Oh, beneath my fingers
Your life is set upon you like a dog
History is about death
There's little

on your own until you get tired of me
Be not afraid, is all I ever say
I'd hate to keep from warning you about the cracks inside my brain
I am the tiny

through your section I'm speeding
She cute as angel but shit in the bed she a demon
Cold on the head she anemic gimme brain till I feel I like a genius
With

wanna be 
Is to be the free from all the B.

By a B I mean a bitch
I got the flow
It's too sick

If you wanna play this game 
Bring your token it's a race

was clear but i fucked up the signs
Drivin got lonely your not by my side
Man what do i do with the rest of my life
Gotta play it cool gotta play it

The Militia

Gang Starr

Belly

1998

City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with

Down South

Mista Madd

Leaning with Houston's Finest

2001

Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do

Down South [Crazy C. Remix]

Mista Madd

Houston Hard Hitters, Vol. 4 [Clean]

2000

[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do

Down South

Yungstar

Still Standin'

2003

Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do

time study 
I have a fear of wasted time like what if I don't advance 
And the people I put off was all for dead ends 
Stress
Limits are invasives

ain't with the gang
Still a cock it back and bang
Send shots at his brain
Since I got me a lil change
Man I still ain't change
Shootout like I'm in

body kept shifting
Like he was on a time limit to finish
What he was starting 'before he made his way back to the darkness
To make his brain switch