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finesse, come to collect
Any offense, we break down
Born in 97, to a single mother
20 years in and we run that
Push a T to make it personal
Underdog

I did 100 in 7 months 

This a push to start ion need no key it’s sitting right next to my gun 

Off op getting so fried shorty jus put a x pill by my

by the rules that you work hard and play hard
That's why after I spend all day at my motherfucking day job
I go home take a shower and go down to my

buck a boy in a backstreet
Eyes on her chest she ain't wearing no fendi
You Know I got flows for ur dome got plenty
Not even twenty
I'm past all

What is it about
I've been on earth for 20, still ain't figured it out
It's hard to tell what's real or fake, cause people live for clout
Turn

since two oh double three
I'm twenty two my brain feel like an atom bomb
Could push the button everything would just be gone
Then what the fuck I'm

You Got Money

Haystak

The Natural

2002

their girlfrields

Hahaha

[Haystak]

Ohh, I've been intertwined
On the grind since '89
Tryin to get my shit tight
No I had to come right
Wrote rhyme by

of the blocks where corn got crashed (JS)
Everyday gotta take that risk, that could be by trap or glides with gang
Back it and bark it, push bike, chance it

Disk and Dat

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone

Detroit

Esham

Repentance

2003

played on the airwaves 
Unless, pull or push, men got payed 
In Detroit - bitch, you ain't even from Detroit 
Fuck your rap, 7 mile is where the hustlers

Weight of Sound

Stick Figure

Burial Ground

2012

she's not feeling alright

Twenty four hours can be a long time
To be lying in bed from the previous night
I'll sit here and drink myself a beer
All

played on the airwaves
Unless, pull or push, men got payed
In Detroit, bitch, you ain't even from Detroit
Fuck your rap, 7 mile is where the hustlers at
In

take yours for it
Uh-oh, it's a booby trap, hope he fall for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, make him fall forward
Before I get bodied by a singin'

Money Ain't Enough

Ray Luv

A Prince in Exile

split and left me in the wilderness
Life a test, made a wish by the burning bush
Purge my soul, all I need's a little push
Schemers plot, never seem