| Minding my business, tryna die of old age |
| It ain't strange, we arrive with no name given |
| So vain, John and Alice Coltrane |
| Kinda love don't stay, "Kick, Push", Lupe |
| Do pray, lose faith, gain heart |
| Two face, same marks |
| My fate, not yours |
| All praise, matriarch |
| All day, sit alone |
| Couldn't tell the two apart, giving all a nigga got |
| Bleeding in a hidden spot |
| Need what a nigga forgot, gin, tonic on the rocks |
| Spliff with the grabba |
| Dismissive, it's behind us |
| Been my own rival |
| Head up underwater, David Edgar with the goggles |
| A 9 like Ronaldo |
| Navy been a baller like Carlos Tévez |
| Mama, je t'aime, claro |
| Only question left is what to do with all the sorrow |
| Dorado with the avocado, habichuelas on the arroz |
| Do you follow? |
| Can't wallow or bellow |
| Horse hair on the cello, long notes to the dead rose |
| Cornrows, do the shimmy and the zigzag |
| All tied up, know karma got the last laugh |
| Skin color of an Aztec |
| Madness approach, real slower, the snail speed |
| Sloth, all hail greed |
| Sinbad, seen all seven seas |
| By all means, do what you got to do |
| It's blue, the true me |
| Cluse, reeking of perfume |
| To move brief is what I promise to do |
| I move these, the desolate monsoon |
| That ravage all that was in it's path, another full moon |
| In the sky, not a calm ride |
| The journey to the tune |
| Who am I kidding? |
| You could give a man a fish, or you could teach him how to get 'em |
| I got rhythm, I got spirit, I got wisdom |
| Got kingdom, went last minute another victim |
| Fear no man, get with the program |
| Southern California sun, my papa was a trojan |
| Had to hit the Heisman, Reggie Bush flying |
| Flipping in the endzone, jersey number five, lucky number four |
| This is do or die |
| Seen it all before, see the torture in my eyes |
| Hushpuppies with the fish fry |
| Jealous niggas watching, they'll say a nigga big time |
| My brother ain't like shit, he was staying inside |
| I ain't like shit either, I was smoking three-five, in one sitting |
| Give a nigga ten minutes, clock ticking |
| Runtz with the perfect mixture |
| Boy was I addicted |
| It's all in the ritual, it's typical to risk it |
| It's typical to risk it, boy was I addicted |
| It's all in the ritual |
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