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all my doubt to faith
In the middle of the swamp
I used to count the days
How you grow and go without the pain?
Uh, shrouded in the shadow
When

a home
This is what love is, gamma is in my bones
May he without sin go cast the first stone
I don't carry hate in my heart, just pass the codes
My heart

Transactions being made when we go high five
Urb loud but we silent cus' we go off vibes
bout chips, like hp, no 8 ounces
Word to titty feds watchin like we stay

drive me crazy 
Like I'm swerving 
And it's hazy 
Never at ease 
That why I you won't see me serving 
In the  navy 

But shit I'm always wavy 
Like

inherit the earth
Scar’d by the sins of their father
On 10 , tryna reverse the curse he was given

Or will I go out soon as I a touch million
Soon as I get

away from me
Leave me alone, just let me be me
I need to be home and feelin' this scene
I need you to know I've been seekin' for weeks
The streets

away from me
Leave me alone, just let me be me
I need to be home and feelin' this scene
I need you to know I've been seekin' for weeks
The streets

office, go to my home, and then arrive again
Picking my pockets, hoping a bone will be what I can get
Until I'm content
Or Till I regret

Staying up late

of Vermont
Four five musicians in a small saloon
In inventor ragtime tune
They kinda made a feral brand
Without a note understand
And they called it DIXIE-- --

on its way, in a black old Ford V8
Whenever you ask him all is always ok, he is selling Moonshine to make money

From Memphis to Knoxville, Tucker knows

gone
Roll a big blunt of za hell yeah,a three-five gone

Nigga, I'm so high, I think I flew up to sky zone
Yeewwn , nigga, I'm a real spinner
Choppa ,

damn, nigga bout time
Been four years or is the drought at five?
Streets is thirsty like a fountain line
I was brain storming with a cloudy mind
Great

If you don't drill the replica good
The bullet won't leave and pop zCBeats

More time just swing where the heart is
Yo, let me get my hands on Lil

time like ocean pearls
Not quite floating but grazing the surface
I wont be sunk by something without purpose
Better held down by truth than bullshit

to be

I'ma just make bail by my cousin E

Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone

Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home

Trynta score

Sitting on the rooftops,
where dreams learned to fly,
But as the years passed by,
they just fell from the sky,
I won't let hope die.
No surrender

I'm gonna shine
I'll become successful without committing a single crime
Check mark verified
I am only human, but I will fight
When I die you will see

by chest hitting the strongest bong
Until the ash go black and white as Sails in Amistad
Give us Free or least a degree
High School diplomas won't

Go, it's not right
To think like that, your narcissistic point of view
To act like that, like there's no one else but you
Time to face the facts,

For' I split Ruth Chris's with you snitches
Who out here sucking dick for riches
Shit could be on the house
I'm leaving out
Shit I wont even leave out

Happy Rappy

Das Racist

Relax

2011

Yeah, ah, oh, shit!
Das Racist! Ha! That's ridiculous!

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just metal you're tapping on
Webs of social apartheids
Led by people I don't know
So I stay,
At home more than I'd like
In front of this mic,
I am more

the 80 things that's shaping me
So graciously 180 miles away from me
Leave me alone, just let me be me
I need to be home and feelin' this scene
I need you

the 80 things that's shaping me
So graciously 180 miles away from me
Leave me alone, just let me be me
I need to be home and feelin' this scene
I need you