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looking hella fly 
Bad b's looking shy 
Looking all shy and dat
So you better realise
That ima keep doing my ting just like it was Nike 
Just do it fam

Pulling my weed outta glass vile
I go off in the loft go and ask Kayo
Wit your Eve and I know she did bad by you
Damn
I’m good, you don’t need to check

friends
You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend
I'm not fazed, only here to sin
If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can

Call me when

Its 2.p.m but guess what, I'm still in my pjs
I dont go by the rules nigga, I could give a fuck what you say
I'm the typpa nigga that gon, throw

U for Me

Brand Nubian

Foundation

1998

a mural on the wall 

I'm the apostle y'all, I'm like Samuel L.L. 

But I'll swing by you like Eve with a gun in my sleeve 

Weed spots is like my

Dead Bodies

The Alchemist

1st Infantry

2004

on that six-four Impala shit
She from Compton just like me
Caramel wit extensions just like Eve
She want to go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee

mate has never had a match; don't be fooled and start judging books by their cover
Igniting an irresistible romantic atmosphere, Poetry has authored

old slow song
Some 90's stuff
You got me pinned down, oh my
Girl you did a drive by with cupid
Shot me through
Make me love you stupid, can't get you

And I don’t make decisions been broken man,
Left by many families dis gotta be the end 
Z got you feeling like you can reach a hand

Why would I need it

cause i lost dad at christmas eve
I replace the christmas tree by a fuckin once of weed
No ice prancin' on neck but we always lurk with tec
I play to hard

sample our rights
But lately the sun dial whines and skirts back tight
Nike factories on high, China on sight
They sew it Off-White
They sew it Off-White

Tell 'em elect this
I don't wear Nike
So bet not eve try to check this
Now I got a team
That stand by me
I'm the quarterback
Habibi, ain't shit free
We

Dead Bodies

Prodigy

Compton King

2008

on that six-four Impala shit
She from Compton just like me
Caramel wit extensions just like Eve
She want to go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee

done with it, I'm so over it, like

Jabari on the bea

I can't eve- I can't even see
You through this broken mirror
Talk to me and maybe I could see you

a new ride
You so bad you can't come, round my niggas
'Cause all us thirsty, really though
We be goin' in, like we all got curfews
Really though by

my tracks played her eyes would start to get blurry
In a flurry is how the time went by
Fresh out from a 5 piece went straight to get high
She sees

the harder it blow

First I ain’t shit that’s why exactly I’m the shit mismatch designer but with retro Nike kicks
Tailored like a suit I stay scaling with

attacking lies
I have a grip on the truth that's why I'm snatching mics
I'm got a heart for the youth like I got matching Nikes
I hope you listening Jesus

But i guess the opp is now giving you a vibe
And you like it
You need to get verified with a Nike tick
Bun it, I’ll sort you out with a nice tip
Dont

killed by the cops
And little Eve getting rapped
By his step pops 

Crazy the street raised me 
Check it, now I'm inmune to it 
Spike Lee like Nike 
So

the world
I wanna fight with you
And make it up in bed
I swear
To call you by my name
If you call me by yours

There's gardens growing off your face
And I

is right around the corner
This Wednesday night, Thanksgiving Eve
Exclusively on pay-per-view television, folks
I'm talkin' about the Survivor Series

at my chains popping
Hand cuff that hoe with a zip tie shoulda had a locket
Nike check on her for' I had to a cross it
Ain't w that pillow talking shit

but my soul is real old
I recall a space and time when Nike had used real leather
To be knowns a good person required skill and effort
I Don't blame it