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The nigga, what

Lord have sympathy
And forgive Michael history as
The nigga, what

I love the
But sometimes like that I love me more
I the peace and I love the war
I love the seas and I the shore
No for no beach; baby, that's law
But she see; therefore, I spoil
I trick, I fall, run up in raw
I her with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel, every bullet
With flower that I ever took apart
She said that she would give me greatness,
Placement above the
My face would grace
Of the magazines of the
Paper, the likes of which that I had seen
Her eyes green with the logo of our dreams
The of our scene
The obscene obsession for the
She would be my queen, I be her king
Together, she make me cool
And we would rule

And I would never pain
And never be pleasure, ever again
And if the stops and everything's dry
She would cry just so I can drink the tears from her
She'd me how to fly, even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall and I plummet the sky
But she will keep me high, and if I die
She would commission monuments on her to him
Or she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven, set the fires in
And be

The nigga, what

Lord have sympathy
And forgive Young history as
The nigga, what

And so our reign
The Trinity: Her and I,
No man could ever stand when her and I came
hard, umbrella, whatever
Put plywood Pella panes
And to God that the flood subside
Cause you need a sub til he does reply
And not one of Jared's; you think all arid
And e'eryt'ing's irie, supply
That another July inside my endless summer
was just the eye of the Unger, Felix
Cause he is the amongst the
Younger achieving up-and-comers
The that had deadbeat daddies and well-to-do mommas
But not enough to keep 'em from us
The ones that were fighting in class who might not
Rap pressured to laugh at a life not fast
Can you it?
Is what I got
Do I love
Said, I don't
Streets got my heart, Game got my
One time sunshine will never hurt your soul
Quote to a crying, dishonored baby
Who's the mama to the daughter that I had fathered from
My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a with a solid gold key
the starter of a car, the opener of a door, or two pounds of raw
You gave me a baby, but what about
Then right up in her face, G
more fish in the sea
I'm on my to be

The coolest nigga,

Lord please sympathy
And forgive Michael history as
The coolest nigga,

Come, are the tales of The Cool
Guaranteed to go and make you from your school
And seek unholy like a fool
And hang with the of the pool
of the hustle
No heaven up you, no hell underneath ye
And no one receive thee
So shed no when we're not here
And keep your faith as we
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