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Tell Pops to sell the house
To get back on the feet
Flip the work twice
And then we going
Back on the street's
Aint no diamond's in dirt
Just a bunch

of the best times of my life
Pops walking me down Mt. Vernon showing me light 

Live bands and art blessed the streets For the day
At night all the love lost

and I already know that
Make the laws draw the chalk and give that nigha a toe tag 
Ion show no love to these hoes these bitch so sad 

Na these niggas

Classic Man

Jidenna

Classic Man

2015

Calling on me like a young OG
I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street elegant old fashioned man
Yeah baby I'm a classic man

I burn through

index
Building interest
When they hit the pavement
Success what you make it
So Im caking
Told myself congratulations
Rubber band the twenties
Dump

The Island

Celtic Thunder

Celtic Thunder: The Show

2008

dying in the street
And we're still at it in our own place
Still trying to reach the future through the past
Still trying to carve tomorrow from

ask me bout no love i am not kevin
Shootas on go they dont play bout me
I can get you touched got them bands on me
I Told ha drop that ass like im i

surf it
Slimy hoes and they movin like a serpent
Going all out can't turn back, Cuban by myself and I burn that
Met a blonde hoe she more sad, smokin

Gun is Cocked and Fired
I'm King News and I come
To you with the truth
The mean streets took six
More lives overnight
All the result of gang bang

that hate out your blood its all Over your face
720K ima die for this shyt I swea we Got the streets ina headlock 
Coach 9 built this shyt nigga brick by

Now was it certain shit I did 
Got these voices in my head 
I know niggas want me dead
Tell em catch us if they can 
Keep a pistol by my bed 
Murder

Letter to My Ex's

Ace Hood

Blood, Sweat & Tears [Clean Version]

2011

lookin' got her number seen what's up wit her
Yeah, to make a long story short dawg
Couple days I'm sleepin, beatin the inner walls
Fell in love with it

to fuck a bitch, brother was the plug
Bitch, I jumped up off the porch and got it out the mud
I was raised by niggas showing that tough love
All I wanted

I be with the gang and we on top
Bro up in the crib
He counting (guap)
Say you love me that's a lie so man just stop
And my niggas rolling dice up

Runaway

J. Cole

Born Sinner [Deluxe]

2013

Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything

burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.

I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back

love at first sight

The other day I have prepared myself
Waiting for you to pass the streets again
I'm very sad coz' you didn't show up
And now I'm

me in my eyes, I took this route, I'm dyin' by my stick

Don't feel love, can't get this drop, move smart, ain't dyin'  bout a bitch
Keep one in

of yourself"
"I'm so full of myself"
It's easy to be a devil but hard to be myself

Count these bands by myself
Come to think of it was always better by myself
I

love for nobody

The ones who make it out
Is who they envy more than anybody
The street life fucking suck
Sitting here patiently waiting
When will my

of bands I got stuffed in my pants
I be spitting my tracks feeling famous
You silly bitches ain't care 'bout my feelings
You sit by a screen and you shame us

has made so many memories
Storylines unfolded on these streets in ten degrees
You might freeze, but you'd be hard pressed to find brotherly love with

I'm too far off the edge

I don't need your love, I just need someone else, yeah
You at my side, you tell me how to help
I'm all lost, I need you by

Me and you used to run free
We'd spend our nights on South Street
Nobody would see us 'til the morning
Now my days won't pass by
Your name echoes in