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The nigga, what

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

I the Lord
But it's like that I love me more
I love the and I love the war
I the seas and I love the shore
No love for no baby, that's law
But she doesn't therefore, I spoil
I trick, I fall, run up in raw
I her with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel, bullet lodged
With flower that I ever took apart
She said that she would give me greatness,
Placement above the
My would grace covers
Of the of the hustlers
Paper, the likes of that I had never seen
Her glow green with the logo of our dreams
The of our scene
The obsession for the bling
She be my queen, I could be her king
Together, she would me cool
And we both rule

And I would feel pain
And never be without pleasure, ever
And if the stops and everything's dry
She would cry just so I can drink the from her eyes
She'd teach me how to fly, cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall and I plummet the sky
But she will keep me high, and if I die
She commission monuments on her bosom to him
Or maybe she'd retire as
A match made in Heaven, set the in Hell
And be

The coolest nigga,

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

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

The nigga, what

Lord please have
And forgive Michael Young as
The coolest nigga,

Come, these are the of The Cool
to go and make you fail from your school
And seek grails like a fool
And hang with the players of the
Fast-talking of the
No heaven up above you, no hell ye
And no one will receive
So no tear when we're not here
And keep your faith as we
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