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My daughter was kidnapped, and I didn't have her address. Travis gave it to me, but Meek Mills, Puff Daddy, and others didn't help. They're fake tough guys. They need to stop talking about me. They promised to help me when I was in jail, so they should keep quiet. Let's all calm down and stop talking about each other.

I missed Cotton-Eyed Joe, who can really dance. He went away.

I work long hours for low pay, sacrificing my soul and wasting my life. I drown my troubles away, feeling trapped in this sad reality. It's a shame how the world has become for people like us. I wish I could wake up and escape this truth, but it's real. Living in a new world with an old soul, where the rich only know the rich.

I never gave up. This was life. Everyone knows his name and is shamed. Let's keep my name nameless. I was always making beats on the down low. Something to ride to, could you and drive slow. Bang. Bang. Bang. Reason.

I'm stuck in the gutter, there's no way out. Save me from this crazy woman, she's driving me insane. She's my baby, but I need my money. Pay me what you owe me. I'm all set and ready to go.

I don't play. I don't play with a motherfucking man. A man is not gonna call me. You gonna call me bitch. You gonna gonna call me bitch. You gonna call me bitch now. Now because one thing about it, I don't power it now. Mother, don't crush me. Tell police, get be here.

Everybody knows the dice are loaded and people rose with their fingers crossed. Everybody knows the war is over and the good guy's lost. Everybody knows the fight was fixed. The poor stay poor and the rage get rage. That's how we go. Everybody knows.

The speaker declares their innocence and states they are not suicidal. They assert that if they were guilty, it would mean they exploited the fears of Black Americans for over 400 years and the LGBTQ community. The speaker tells the court that they respect the judge and jury, but did not commit the crime. They claim that if anything happens to them in jail, it will not be self-inflicted. The speaker repeats they are not suicidal and demands that someone stop laughing about it.

They're fresh. Runner. Runner. Runner. Runner. Runner. Got the fuck. We just got the fuck. I don't need now. Who this man, y'all? Who this man? Who He put this man in handcuffs with no reason. Hey. Don't push him. Y'all Don't push them. He had no reason to put this man in handcuffs.

I'm dead and gone. This is society that did me wrong. I died a 100 times in my life. Nobody loves me. Nobody cries. I always gotta fight to stay alive or die. When I come correct, you're fucked. Biggest cock in the annals. Taking bets. Fake fucking bitch. I'm getting rich. Triangle type of hit. COVID type of grip. Agent Smith. Virus strip. Demon's field of pain. Angels filled my body with the rain. It takes away the flames when they kill me. Water type of drip, decent type of flip. Mud is getting thick. The ship is sinking quick. I fly the rock into the abyss. I don't pray for shit before it's flipped. dragonfly, and giant shift. Underground tunnels filled with pits. Stars overhead that never shift. Looking at the sky, it's a gift. I'm ready for the shift. Excavation Pro, I'm Rachel B.

I'm dead and gone. I'm a society that did me wrong. I died a 100 times in my life. All I ever seen is strike. A man's life. In your ears, Christopher. Angels from the sky pick us up. No one's got any spark in their soul. I'm the boss. Inside them, zombies bodies hide them. Five friends. No, you fake fuck. Kills will get him vibes. Society of cuss. It's big shit, drugs inside. That's why I drip. I fly the rock into the abyss. I don't pray for shit. Just hope I'm making it to the other side. Looking at the sky, it's a gift. I'm ready for the shift. It's a gift.

Off me. Get off me. Get the I used to stay at my granny's house. She was one of my favorite people in the entire world. Jasmine, the people of Dallas deserve better than a fake ghetto hood rat. Get off me. Get off me. Get me. Get the thrust. Alright. Let's go, man. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Are you proud? Are you proud? Just in case I gotta cuff you up. Let's just go. For what? Let's go. I'm telling you. Get off me. Get off me. Let's go. Let's go. I'm telling you. For what? Are you proud?

The speaker expresses relief that her husband is missing and describes him as controlling. She mentions being interviewed by the news but doesn't want help or for him to come back. She pretends to miss him on camera to avoid suspicion but admits she doesn't care. She mentions going to jail for holding her last boyfriend and worries that people will think she's responsible for her husband's disappearance. She asks for his return but claims her tears have dried up. She pleads for someone to let her husband go and emphasizes her love for him.

I got bruises and broken bones, but they don't know I ain't in this ring alone. I'm a fighter. No one can say that I'm a running hider. I was born to be a dude or dire, a naked rider. Don't throw that towel just yet. Don't cash in that last bit because I hit harder when I'm tired. I'm a fighter. I get back up. That's what I do. I didn't soldier on this far.

Bad boys, bad boys, what you gonna do? Oh, what you gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys, oh, what you gonna do? Oh, what you gonna do when they come for you?

Speaker 0: Oh. It's good. Don't sit back, homie. Good? See you in prison, Inc. Oh, I hated that. That's a little bit of guy. Was rough. That sucked. Yeah. That sucked. Looks like you made it out.

It's going down, timber! Let's meet at night, you won't forget. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Face down, booty up, that's how we like to look. Timber, swing your partner round and round. One more shot, another round. Living in hotels and planes, let's just say, yeah. Money in a thing, join everyone now. It's about to go down. End of the night, swing your partner round and round. Tomorrow, you better move.

Motherfuckers playing with me, bro. Real shit. One of them a bitch and fucking bit me. I'm tired of everybody fucking playing with me, bro. Not no fucking bitch, bro. At the end of the day, I'm a stand up for my fucking self because I'm tired of everybody fucking playing with me, bro. Come on, man. We leaving, man. We walking away, bro. Let's not tell you. Let's go. Come on, Roger. Let's go. Let's go, Roger. Let's go. Roger. Let's go. Roger. I'm telling you. Let's go. You listen to me. Listen to me, Roger. You need to listen to me right now, Roger. Let's go. I don't even fuck you. You guys trying to kill me and shit. Let's go. You ain't gonna do shit to me, bro. Let's go. You can't do shit to me. Can't fuck with me, bro.

I was taken from a Savannah jail, handcuffed, chained, and leased to a convict labor camp for a year. All because someone wanted to invite white folks to the cookout. Let's calm down and have a good time. Della, put that knife down and play some real music. I want to hear Luther's "Never too much."

I'm 23 now, but will I live to see? 24 the way things are going. I don't know. Tell me why are we so blind to see that the Power and the money, money and the power. Minute after minute, hour after hour, everybody's running. But half of them ain't looking at what's going on in the kitchen. But I don't know what's tricky. They say I got to learn, but nobody's here to teach me. If they can't understand it, how can they reach me? I guess they can't. I guess they won't. I guess they front. That's why I know my life is out of love, fool.

I want to talk about anime. I'm connected and not afraid of being locked up. My friends are in denial about their life sentences in jail. My mugshot is famous and worth a lot. Some merchant in Philly gave me a billion dollars. I have support from rappers who ride with me. I'm not the target, but I won't let them get to you. I'm not starting over, I don't need to prove myself. Even if I go to prison, I won't be treated like the Clintons. I'll be eating steak with the secret service. Shout out to my MAGA supporters. I'll stop the new world order and secure the border.

The speaker states they were recently released from jail and wants to discuss corruption in Arlene's parish jail, claiming a federal investigation is needed in Louisiana. They highlight the case of Antoine Massey, who they say was wrongly jailed, presenting affidavits claiming the victim stated Massey never raped or beat her and was not present during the alleged crime. The speaker appeals for help from the police, Meat Mills, LDL, Lil Wayne, and Donald Trump, anticipating re-incarceration. They assert their innocence, denying accusations of rape and claiming to be a good person and a father wanting to be in his children's lives. They advise young people to avoid a life of crime.

The greatest yet, let's bet. I just arrived with my guys. Someone's about to die on the inside. Creep Moe, I kill slow on the inside like a pill, bro. Run. Watching you go down this hole. Listen to the smooth flow. I'm your friend telling you, watching you go down this hole. I'm some melted dye on the inside watching you roam. I kill someone like a pill, bro. Listen to this mood flop.

I'm selling my soul working endless overtime for lousy pay, then wasting my life away. It's a shame how things are, for people like us. I wish politicians cared about the people struggling on the streets, with nothing to eat, while the wealthy prosper. It's unfair that taxes support unhealthy lifestyles, while young men are dying because this country keeps pushing them down. It's a damn shame. I wish I could wake up and it not be true, but this new world is harsh. Our money's worthless, taxed to the point of meaninglessness, all for the benefit of the rich. I'm selling my soul for bullshit pay.

Hold in to Atlanta, was feeling I'll take my money, leave my wife and bought her for this me. Sign the contract, Fanny. Set the dollars free. Packed up my bags, sat first class on a big plane ride. I spent all the money that I sure tried to hide. Said hey, Fanny, the wine flows in Napa Valley. And I spent $2.28 for a night at the Doubletree. Signed the contract, Fanny. Set the dollars free. Roman inquisitor, no fig leaf with which to hide. Detailed our romance 600,000 from my side. Wrote you a letter to Jesus by the way of his reply. Form letter from the heist, the pent is all it said. Sign the contract, fanny. Set those dollars free.