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Oct 2017
My mental game
Like
A baller
On three strikes
Rollin'
With dons and felons
Who like
Women and champagne
Can't act right
Picture perfect
What a sight
Fools say I can't
Rhyme they just mad
Cuz they never
Got what I had
Simple me
I can't help
I love women
That's way it
Supposed to be
You ain't heard
I get a song
From the bird's
Move all the herds
Through my vocal chords
All aboard
The night train
It don't stop
Lovin these women
Til my heart drops
Yeah....


Now don't rush
Baby
Take it slow
Cuz I got
Place to be
And
Placed to go
Don't fail me now
I'm just tryna
**** you
For a smile a lil while
Not much longer
I'll be holding
You so tight
Feels wrong
But ya know I'm right
My pressure
Ain't never folding
Dons don't slip
So I'll be holding
drifting the memorys
Like the Isleys
Look at me
Carefully I study
Ya way that
Ya body curves
Others suckas can't
Get a nerve
Cuz they ain't
Sexing you right
I'm givin all might
Until I die
I'll be in a fight
Takin flight
Knockin' boots
Til ya spirit
Takes height
And all I heard was....
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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   Robin
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