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This is a letter to the old me
My mind has elevated
My body has been developed
I fell and learned to walk
And stand up on my own
I've got

on the ground/ Capo,
you my nigga forever/ Fuck what bitches say,
yeah! That's my brother, he'd never play me on any
day/ Pass me the green leaves as soon as I

ex is fucking dead to me in the casket
All I wanted was to live young, die faster
Baby you and me is heaven
I don't care what's after
I'm confessin' in

World So Cruel

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

and it's no.
When you think it's sin, want to live by tha sword,
Gotta die, gash, ash to dust.
They turnin' that passin' and not with tha less.
Lil'

with fame
And they gon' rob you for your voice knowing shit never change
What is life to a nigga
Let me paint the picture what it's like for a nigga like

think it would be?
This was all decided when you threw in your lot with me.

I got up from the floor and fell back to my knees
I raised my eyes to heaven

Breathe in, Breathe Out

St. Lunatics

Bad Company [Original Soundtrack]

2002

Like a
Bird
4, do it some mo
5, make sure she was live
6, ladies and fella here we go now SWITCH!
7 lay back like you looking for heaven let cho body

Cheat codes world want to game me
I know them demons down in hell trying to gain me
But I got fam up in heaven trying to train me
So I'm never giving,

Let's go and see the world and
Forget about the fancy things
Writing music when I'm at the beach
Staring way up in the clouds and hear the heavens

And I really miss my old bae oh wait 
And I really miss my homies lonely 
And you gotta live with
Uhh
Livin without limits 
Uhh

Fake it till you make it

forget my name
I'm surrounded by these Cains
And I swear that I'm on fire
Lil bro you just a snake
Heres the blaze
This been in my veins
Heaven sent

on a high note, grind when the fall settles
This music shit changes lives, if gold snatch all medals
Count up countlessly, in white neighborhoods urgin'

Changes

King Curtis

Live at the Fillmore West

1971

to enjoy the fun in my life
Plus now I got a lil son in my life (shit)
That's the one in my life, that keeps me up in the night
Writing these rhymes so he

Music on eleven I'm second guessing
Everybody's dancing to the gates of Heaven
You and me we were born to be free
On that open road picking up speed
Tailgate

and never change/
My man Red Dog was back from overseas/
Introduced me to Ching Dow a player who was Chinese/
You should have seen them accompanied by Modelo

for kids
No go sip up whiskey
When you are not eighteen
But this one too stubborn
Me I no dey gree
When I make small money
I'm like fosti please

Party

of war, aborted soul
Lives his day in infamy 
Sobered by his silence
Solemnly he cries
Suffering from the hostile crimes
Exhausted he lies to die

Spring

the nets we cast
Caught up in a basket of woven dreams, our lives intertwined our hopes and our schemes.
Wild water crashing over me
Wild water you have set

back 

Done within this season now it’s baking in the oven 

Don’t you try to follow me no I’m your husband 

Better hit up spellcheck cus that was

said I’ve missed you
Every moment led to this
Like shooting stars up in the heavens
Impossible to miss
What if I said I need you
Like the diamond

hard to sleep
Born up in a Jungle
I remember hopping out on feet

ME and Hemplant we had to hop out on foot on University
I had a son on the way

Hit da

to me

I loved you once, I could love you still but you gave me too much time to kill
And Heaven knows we used up our last try
So don't mind me, I'll take

Spread it like sauerkraut, the main event doubt
You wind up in a rout, CL got the Wig Out..

[Pete Rock]
CL got the Wig.. come on
CL got the Wig Out.. yeah

Hop out, let off, empty the clip out you're homie dead at noon
Pour that liquor by the afternoon
It's hard to be in tune with yourself
Don't know your