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girl, girl, girl...
i gat to bear, shout out to my hommies in the ghetto, shout out to my nigga in the bedroom
fuck you nigga big bro, wah do you want

I see my face up on every wall
In the big saloon or on city hall
I'm a wanted man
I'm a wanted man, it seems
That the sheriff doesn't want me in this

his story, Then I am

Fuck your big homie, He ain't never did shit for me
I be thinkin' bout you niggas, I know you don't think of me
I lived in

teen, Imma teen in the city
I've been on my grizzy, Ladies say it with me
Imma teen, Imma teen in the city
Imma, Imma Dream big
Got the, got the stuff I

It's a miracle
Quite unusual
When your dreams are manifesting to the physical
And it's critical
Focus on the ball
Grow a pair and never stop, don't

foes
Never let a dream go by

Never let a dream go by
Never let a dream go by
Never let a dream go by
Never let a dream go by

Livin the life I've always

So self-made
Shout-out my Crenshaw niggas
Them down-south niggas
Yeah

I pray I never die a broke nigga
Terrell Owens, owing all the dope

out my dreams
And the best ain't even here yet
Economy when I'm soaring in a big jet
Fly France just because I want a baguette
I'm still the best rapper

you get success 
So I focused and stopped the foolery 
I put the paper, scribbled out all my dreams
Kept on handling by business made to hustle

beating the odds
I stood on ground wit hitters
I'm straight from the trenches big dawg we some big St. Bernard
Est Saint Laurent in the budget nie
I'm

dream out
This is what they write books for
Fuck a verse
This is what I write hooks for
Therapeutic beats, energy they gon look for
Presented by Salim

them haters shut your mouth
I'll never be limited
By Is these worldly limitation
Rules and regulations
That you follow
Was man made
So I'm making my own

Do You Like My New Car?

Frank Zappa

Fillmore East: June 1971

1971

my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us...

Pleased to meet you...

Hi Howie

We never met a pop star from

Outro

Meek Mill

DC4

2016

My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga

Party start at six
Party start at six
Bitch, yuh, fuh, fuh-fuh
MOURNTEO
Bad bitch and she stuck in my dreams
Lil momma for the team
Shit so good it

Suffocate to escape this alien skin 
Steady wearing thin 
Surrounded by complacent 
Looking to maintain a hold 
But nah they would never 
Once you hit

Lyons League Made It
I've been smoking all day
Feel like I'm bout to doze off
Shout out to the driver on the way around the roadblock
Got me smoking

you live your fuckin dreams
Keep you woke while the City sleeps
 
People Choke on their silly greed
Ya The city weeps  
But I'm just trynna eat 

I'm

At night they go out and paint the town
a doorway, a stairway, a hall
in the heart of the city when there's no body else around
Dream writes dream

well theres a line now
Ain’t a car crasher but I been in 2
Found my way through the city yeah I got through
Flew across the map dreams were made

been rude look
Slick talka big walka big steppa
I'm diamond studded soul flooded big pressure
Too fly i'm that guy with no effort
Quality over quantity

living in them ditches
And just too many thoughts, I can't get control
Get sicker every second like the violence in my soul

Big dog, big dreams, ways

The people, need to run it up
Martse went Platinum, more than 4
Big money & Dead Rappers
Huh
R.i.P Kiernan Forbes
I be rolllin on the low
These the L-City Cheat

By 25 everybody locked or died
To busy playing around never looking ahead
Every funeral, cats get upset and cry
Turn their heads towards the sky trying