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forbidden
02:52
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Back at it by back trackin
I ain’t perfect
Back packin my backs lackin
The weights worth it
Crack open I unfold it
I might regret it
Been broken but in motion
This helps connect it
The forbidden, die a legend
Or live arrested
Truth hard to swallow cuz the pride
You can’t ingest it
No way around it and really
No other method
And That same energy effects
Those in yo direction
Pain to aggression
*drink And toast to progression
Claim ya feet planted
Man you’re just a pro at restin
No time to chill
Take that pill from limitless
And quit wandering, wondering
On what the limit is
Cater to my chi while my
Mind stay wildin
Carry on my callin
Like I’m seven digit dialin
Takin every shot
Like I’m Kobe against the raptors
Praisin to my son
Cuz we don’t even know what’s after
Tell him when I’m wrong
And when his daddy don’t have answers
Take his mama out
So he knows I ain’t no actor
Appreciate the factors
The snakes and the ladders
The lies and the laughter
The truth and what matters
Bullshit on a platter
But soul on ya whole plate
Eat what you can stomach
And grow from more than one way
Kiss ya momma always
Check me on my old ways
Live ya life your own way
Live ya life your own way
Juke the fakes like oley
Humble now you okay
Stay in ya own lane
And build ya own domain
Check ya circle
No lames box em out like Wallace
Ball is on your court
Until you lose it like you artest
The forbidden, die a legend
Or live arrested
Truth hard to swallow cuz the pride
You can’t ingest it
No way around it and really
No other method
And That same energy effects
Those in yo direction
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bifurcate_at20%
01:07
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3. |
truth_at36%
01:23
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To my sons
You are my lottery
Ticket out my loop hole
I’ll pay attention it ain’t costly
Forgive me Isaiah
It ain’t enough of what I’m offering
I’m just a fatherless father
fatherin sprouts I’m always waterin
Temple buildin
guess I’m alterin
Then get ya ass off ya high horse
you gotta fall to win
Yo daddy softenin hardenin
Tough blows will build ya tolerance
Love shows between ya audience
And That’s me and ya mama kid
Puttin presents in your presence
Cuz you a gift
gotta cherish every Second of
What’s existing
Too much of that becomes
Addiction
Too much of that can’t tell
What’s fiction
Too much of that then
Ya really missin
Too much of that
Then you really missin
We state the obvious
But obviously we ain’t
Standing right behind
Every word that we speak
Speak ya truth
(x2)
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altering_at85%
01:44
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5. |
calibrated
02:52
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