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when I talk and you don't seem impressed
But it's hard to get right, when all I ever see is death
Lost so many souls this summer, sitting, thinking, who
you gone but I know that it's true
I know GOD called you home but it hurt yeah it do
I been catching all these blessings I just know that it's you
So
on the radio, and it's disturbing you
Big Moe nigga that's my big dog, and my love ain't never gon withdrawal
So we clicked up coming to get why'all, my nigga
beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
When I get
of savages 
Led by the ghost most beast in the game it is 
All horror stories when you hear my name 
But the spirit saved me from the flicker of the flames
periods of time
When
I didn't make anything
At all
But I never sold
All my stuff

And it can get really
Sad looking at drums
Or gear that
You haven't
The old man heard god talking, he went up on a hill
Satisfied to listen when the wind got still
He never was the same since he saw it all alone
He
right here in the USA

Dream home for two in the USA

Hot jazz, cool blues, we got country

We get rock and roll all day

Like to dance, come on down get
y'all flinching
Know that y'all are normal
So you can't resist me
When I'm flowing on the metronome
You can't predict me
I be busted like I'm psychic
happiness when my Black Soul Sing, when my Black Soul Sing
Yeah, when my Black Soul Sing
I say that
Cause a singer probably express it better than any rapper
directly by the source of all knowledge
You don't affect me till you're forced to draw powers
Respect me as a voice amongst scholars
Who speak deep
a sig
In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead
They
The type of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool
But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change
So when James went to church this nigga did
life, you fuckin' right
So if nigga play with me of the top I gotta get him right
And God got my back so, so when I act wow
I'm comin' home safely
life, you fuckin' right
So if nigga play with me of the top I gotta get him right
And God got my back so, so when I act wow
I'm comin' home safely
hype on the mic
Yeah, they never get it right
That's why you see we gotta thank God, y'all
For niggas like Ice Cube
'cause they'll tell the record
it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight

First she washed them, then she dried them
Over
Devil in disguise when I’m on right
Shook em by surprise when I’m on the mic
Fuck it would I die for this all night
Mother fucker you know how it goes
When I ride by, Oh My God when I ride by

Don't sweat these hoes, they come and go
Be running home when money's low
I get chose, different hoes
I wear
still a G thang
It's time for all the lowriders out there (top dollar with the gold flea collar)
Yeah
All the dippers, you like to get ya dip on
Hit
still a G thang
It's time for all the lowriders out there (top dollar with the gold flea collar)
Yeah
All the dippers, you like to get ya dip on
Hit
driveway we looked at each other
Laughed a little then we rolled a fucking another

Feel like Donald Glover I can do it all
How I'm supposed to love her when
the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife
the butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you
take the butcher knife end up on your backside and joox you

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