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living in debt
For a very long time 
But I got love in my corner
Who got my back like no other 
I can't call on my siblings 
Can't depend on my cousins

the city 
By spinning I'm glad 
I created the wave 
Fuck What they say 

I got em feeling a way 
I got them feeling a way 

I can't depend on no
Minimum wage

I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well let's get to subtractin'

I Refuse Limitation

Goodie Mob

Still Standing

1998

fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in

M-I
M-I-A
In my zone can't take no breaks now

Stay a hunnid my nigga I'm in the mix (mix)
All of these niggas they want a bitch (want a bitch)
I'm just

Dark side all down to smash a nigga
We spot you In traffic and crash out lil nigga
Never no lacking I keep the gun like I'm tatting
I'm at your roof

We be stretching opps this shit can't get no funner
How you play with me we killed yo homie man his ass a runner
Lil bro caught a case without no

'em we don't gotta work no
More 'cause we won tokens
He just mad he got sent off on a boat, man
Bitch I'm feeling good
You wanna talk down when I'm

Her head on the ground
Jesus I gotta just sin on it
Give me a membership
Reap on the Benefit's
I gotta take of my people just depend on it

Getting lil

lil n*gga ain't pour me enough
Styrofoam, only thing that I trust
On the dome every day, shit becoming a must
All these drinks that I make and mix with

Take no shit, no bitch I ain't no pamper
Practice what you preach, on God I'm leading by example
Motherfucking golden, the magic man was chosen

Cobain

Lil Peep

Everybody's Everything

2019

it rain on my side bitch, shout out to my main
Fell in love once, and I never been the same

Lil Tracy, I used to rob, but I shop now
Comin' up, I

Here to Say a Lil' Somethin'

Odd Squad

Fadanuf fa Erybody!!

1994

wasn't frontin, we here to tell you a lil' somethin

( *DJ Styles cuts up* )
(Ain't here for no frontin
just to say a little somethin)	--> KRS-One

[ Rob

can't leave without it

Gunna

I Am > I Was

2018

Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't

Mixing that Wock, he got krolled
But I mix the Wock with the Tris
Bitch when I die I won't get a halo
I die my hair black I'm emo

Butterfly doors like

wockhardt 
No I don't play ball I walk hard 
Don't mix that codine with that sprite 
Now I Swear it gonna kill you 
By the end of the night 
Lil bitch

Target is clear on my back
Sad I’m saying that
Just got the strap
Depend on the law
No, not doing that
And why is that
(Why)
They’re afraid my black
No cap

a lil sprinter
We ain't come in a hoopty
He come down I told my niggas, "mm mm"
I put a hole in ya head
I ain't talking no coofy nigga
I Rich Blade,

come back wit my guala
Niggas never had no bank no commas
Remember your niggas get stained by there partner
The next day say the opps done rob us
They

Mix that shit so perfect
My drink neat no murky
End a career so early
Spend ya whole life soul searching
Your drink way too syrupy
My clean streak

The Soundtrack (1992)

Game

1992

2016

Nigga almost died tryna get some weed
So don't be fooled by the palm trees
This Compton nigga, that 310
That 213, we on Death Row
Ain't no one escape

make it past 17
Keep my head down out the mix I can't even go like that
I pray to God and I'm like why you take my bro like that
Niggas die I guess I'm

have a snack lil bitch

Aye, some would steal or rob or drill
Or pop the steel for this moment
Knew the stakes and shot to kill for this moment
Well here

no time for patient or complication
Let's get it done right, my clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
So niggas lose stripes or lose