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beal - spanish harlem(outro) lyrics

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city been getting dangerous. and i be wondering where the ones who had came with us. benefit no, but doubted cause they be changing up. and got the frame of mind to be getting mad when they fake -ss f-ck. p-ssy, money control the system. b-tches choosing the groupie n-gga, he really listens. you give him p-ssy, he leave you later, you start to miss him, come to truly realize you other hoe on his quest or mission. d-mn… but on to other matters. that n-gga tripping, boy raise my son, you a perfect actor. don’t try to flex she said you was small, inches really mattered. now humble up. and don’t bite the hand giving plenty platter. and to that n-gga she f-cking with now. i ain’t need yo commentary. you just came around. we got a baby, boy together my n-gga chill out. cause i l!ck her special spots, and be d-cking her down. woahh…
talking sh-t now i really mean it. im feeling graces, my prayers k!lling a thousand demons. a thousand fleeing. a thousand steps to conquer every being. but i’m too lazy, i rather dream it completely silent. my weed be grooving, on auto pilot, my chairs reclining. preheating years to just f-cking say, n-gga it’s my timing. but i be done with flexin. my homie keshun always make me do a real reflection. we have those type of conversations leave with plenty questions. like nine eleven was a set up. just to test a weapon. so f-ck the government and politics. lyrics i be polishing. officer gone shoot him after hands up, then get sponsorship. d-mnnn…to many people dying. my granny didn’t look the same so i was off to crying. my mamma didn’t look the same. so i been tryna get her free of work. to see that sparkle that she had, reveal as diamond. y’all don’t here me though. f-ck it i’m giving plenty tee. i’m not exposing. just giving info on enemy. baring fruits of a evil spirits to fill your need. cause friend of enemy, enemies is my friend. came to war with a pen and the word of god in my substance. forgive me lord, they be claiming they still the one, so i’m busing blow. humbling now i’m acting out. typical. wake up, roll the doughsha, smoke that sh-t a couple doses be the remedy. check your dosage, are you high enough to feel my energy. couple b-tches bugging, like you love me, ion love you. but a hundred d-cks, so centipede. a hundred chains, a hundred whips, and n-ggas wanna claim they free. and i don’t owe you sh-t my n-gga, hand out for no f-cking fees. and that’s the least of worries. girl why the flexing you offered head, did it in a hurry. like beal i heard you single. like n-gga looking tasty. tell me when i’d see you. and keep this under wraps. don’t tell plenty people. and now you acting crazy. telling different people. yea ion understand it. the way the devil threaten me i should be in a panic. my n-ggas looking at a bigger plate but feeling famish. she put my n-gga beal on child support so, how you manage? i’m working harder, longer nights my body feeling damage. but i’d do anything for nehemiah, give him planet. i hope he understand this. i hope he understands it, i hope he understands it. beal

-iight cut the beat-

this goes out to them average n-ggas who stressing. this goes out to the fearsome, carrying weapons. this goes out to my mamma, at age of thirty, we was homeless, she the only one still believed in the blessings. it was struggles for a couple years. f-ck a iittle i was drowned in tears. what you know about that. mamma driving, different places ion know where i’m at. thinking should i end my life, while i was sitting in back. wonder how my brothers doing, cause he looking detached. i know he hurting as well. i swore back then, i wouldn’t ever detail. my circ-mstances, man so many homies judging. moved into the hood, and we was barely on budget. penny for thought’s, we need some penny for the store, to get a pack a ramen noodles, man that sh-t was life. we need energy, we speaking on the lack of lights. my sister living with my grandma, so for now she gotta worry less. stomach hurts from missing meals, yea we ain’t have a check. but i had some legs, a gentle smile, i was on the corner. some older prost-tute’s, be asking can i take your order. i was standing there for change, you know a bunch of quarters. some how i knew this broken life, it wasn’t ever for us. but that’s another story. my homie, homies dying, ion see no news reporter’s? i see policeman in the alley, never doing for us. i got advising from a n-gga on crack. he said he opportunist. only go to church for eating crackers at communion. after nine the streets be singing, with some people shooting. birds of feather flock together so the hood was booming. real sh-t. money, b-tches, baby mammas, lack of condoms, plenty aids is what they minds were filled with. on top that, these hoes was wearing prada rarely interested in taking care of children. i couldn’t see my son without the latest. so now i’m older. meditating just to practice cadence. therapy sessions, just with my baby, and you know we blazing. linking up with all my homies, just to make arrangements. y’all not my homies, more or less, my brothers. y’all the n-ggas i would k!ll for. what’s a fraction, we could build more. i want a woman i could feel for

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