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Him
Can you picture my visual?
Yet it scriptural the commission to
Come and be giving to
Roman's Centurions to cure me and
You from my sinfulness
This

Incline, mastermind  
Hit me up at rolodex city 
Where the ground hits hard  
And the town plans ain't so pretty  
Rom-com full of gum 
Everyone

bitch these ain't no nautica
I'm getting top from a bitch who name Monica
Slide on his block blow it down no harmonica
That bih know me by my moniker

Gun don’t jam it ain’t no biscuit
Bitch this
Shit is
Hotter than Sahara
'Bout a hundred dollars is what I wipe I my shit with
Oh you want the big

Let the beat drop? (spoken)

Boo?
tell me what you want me to do
Do you want me to turn you loose
I?
Aint like no other guy
Don't play games or lie

making 
They never could break him 
I'm woke I'm awakened 
(Im woke awakened)
(Im so lit)
(I tired)
(You aint listen)
(How did you)
(Oh My God)
(Fuck)
(Im

On the morning you came to me
Said loving me made you feel weak 
Didn’t know you meant it like you did
By the afternoon you’d made your move
Took

everything, man, I dunno
Family over everything, man, there you go
Love over everything, man, there you go

Wednesday, sun gettin' low
I am not moved by

mother keeps my arms strong
Life's a bitch so I got a hard on
Leaving all the bozos banging over postcodes
But don't own the house they live in
When you

love the way I'm living is what I holla to the world
I ain't gotta lie about the places that I been
Check the facts Florida state DOC gave 'em ten
You

they know that a young nigga lit
Spitting fire I'm lit like a Bic
Tell that hoe to get off me
Telling lies where you lost me
Bitch I'm icy this often

going hard
That I can hit with a fresh spit 16
My life is good when I'm rapping ain't it
This life I live you know music saved it

Music is an outlet

you beat the scam. Jealous niggas, Crooked Uncle Sam. Shit ain't sweet some niggas really sleep. It's babies hungry, sisters on the street. Can't write

lost it when my father was in his coffin
Before he died he told us to take care of em
Me and my brother stop by whenever we in the area
Times is getting

mind
Even though I know you're leaving
Oh what a story
You and I together, it ain't ever boring
You and I apart, it could get so lonely
We could make it

Racist fathers Women seek you
Block em out Im in im on
My grind my mom Is broke im lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
Im smokin hard Punched holes in

Believe

Jennifer Knapp

A Diamond in the Rough: The Jennifer Knapp Collection

2003

Livin' lavish like the biltmore 
What the blood spilt for
A ship in harbor safe 
But that ain't what its built for

Do all I can to help you get more

shine
Cause in this crowded world
That's hard to find
And when you think you're moving slow
And everyone flies by
It ain't true
Don't let it fool your

Years and years thrown down the drain
Who I knew then bro ain't the same
When you get old I know there's change
But you? *kmt* what a shame
We nearly had

the nine you would think that I was Rondo
Hit a drive by in the Bronco
Me and my Vatos take him out pronto
We took his head off in broad day
The choice

Power

That's Gon Stress You,

Put All Your Faith In God 

He Gonna Bless You

Got Rejected By Wiz Khalifa 

That Was Hurtful 

I'm Still Here

alright
I don't need you by my side
That's alright, that's alright
Put that work in overtime
Wanna ride, catch a vibe
Please don't tell me lies
Shinin'

want what's happening
No weak links backpacking
You stuck man that's tragic it's hard work not magic
Seat belts get fastened
When I blow up I'm blasting

from black holes to red dwarfs
I'm known for crushing pip squeaks
Who talk that familiar talk but ain't cutting it
Deeps how I cut, I beam you up to my