Bruce Chillest and Denzel J. Williams - Politics

Totals I gotta get them numbers..




I'm back... I put my hand on the game what I control... Left in tact...




cnd I'm puntual .. so on that... Take the fact ... I loving where my current focuses...
I progress ..



Every letter of the diction spread... We read and weeped but was thankful that we can read for read... The eyes met




The game today ain't looking different to me.... c new attire ... c new cusiune out the kitchen to me...

Still ain't seen those

But we was youngsters what's to keep the league hot as the oven ... cll you needing is in arm reach so who would lust for loving ...



I sent out a lil thing to keep the customers coming... Found the Tru meaning in having things ... It's looking for me


Lookers out here looking past... That right there is comfortable for me.. i got they head ... so they'll surly bring back buckets for me...



I push the team to the promise land and

Then he then.... Camp head had grew so hard... till my future doing backwards bends... cnd that's on me


See Ppl do ... Make it double fa me... I hit the number had the whole hood looking for me...

I got they heads we still out here in fact...
It's time we have us something be like that was nothing to me...

Nothing to say when they have us on hand ... the public eyes wide open can't slip nothing past .

I put in my cash tell me that you'll bring back duckets for me.... It's on the line when on demand so don't get flustered on me

Every season I can see what y'all got in ya corners..but it's affecting all surrounding why the extra onus..

Young men applied the coat & finished ... so we left it on us... Most y'all don't pray ... The life's a blessing we expected all it...

I kept a little piece from back when I had just started... To never live here in defeat... or to never tarnish

This life I get a little space I get to cooking darling ... Every time I hit the clock ... I'm pushing out a fortune ..

It's do ya deed I see ya boy ... Stick yo chest out at least... my crispy clean keep me on P's withing these city streets ..

They wanna pressure I got just what keep them back from off it... Live life to get a little extra... cats expire often

But who inspired.. on two feet built a empire.. the hemp fire ... Still a ryda dont get in beside ya

Never die ... My life was lost which of em took it from.... Kept it from... I'll live forever keep them CDs rolling..

Written by:
MARQUEZ WILLIAMS, RASHAD PRESTON

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