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might call me Houdini
Perfect match with a shawty
We vibing
She's on her knees, sexy while rocking a beanie
Bitch
I get it
Envy making you hate
You're

off-white socks, air pods in i'm keeping it quiet
Feel more drunk every minute goes by, the fact i'm feeling this plane go higher
Leaving the airport on route

Black Head against the sky
Between the rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your

What do you think about it
Oh, it's amazing
Whenever you're done with it, just make sure you put it up, okay
Okay

I'm just a box of parts, not too

Yeah yeah yeah yeahh
Yeah e- yeah e-yeah yeahh yeahh
Yeah she gon bring it back yeah yeah
Yeah she gon bring it back (She gon bring it back)
Yeah she

Black rapper with a conscience I'll be out by half past
27 coming sooner than you think, 5 years till I'm a tree in Bedfast
Loving memory of the boy,

not a thing
When it comes to me, that can not be done
Spanish mami, we just speak wit our tongues
I was deceived, by every one
I can't be beat, I

Nobody

Black Thought

Laila’s Wisdom

2017

Even if you were to answer
I could not call it

Uh, nobody know nada
We all know the fate of Assata if Cuba don't harbor
Nobody know I'm harder

be like
Walking a tight rope
So instead we let the balance beam
Now that we
Got this thing by the mic yo
It’s time to push back fallacies
How yo dreams

shot
And you gon rat like Splinter
Catch you wrong time
Nigga snatch your whole dinner
I was down for the summer
Imma grind the whole winter
By the time

call a state of panic
Here’s your name tag, it’s your first day
Welcome to planet we cannot manage
Off you go, now your stranded
Get it all figured out

teeth and walk away (grit your teeth and walk away)
Three, two, one, rip off the band-aid (rip it off, rip it off)
You were the far away summer love
I

on the wall
Who's the destin of the mall
We slide they call up Saul
We made it big and now we ball
Damn
Me, ayy
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the best out

Hood

Pimp C

Kinfolk

2006

hoes hide this dick, UGK we live in this bitch
Swisha sweets is a must 
Mixin' purple wit the tux
We call it banana split
Choose a pimp hoe, I'm

Uh! Fuck with a fuck nigga
You know, you know what i'm saying
We go make shit precise and
Drop bombs in a second
Doing like that we doing it like

it digest
God prepared a table
In the presence of my enemies
So just by my guest
Sit down and eat
Bon appetit
The best is yet come
Victory is so sweet

Blank spaces, lost pages
Of all the words we would say
Still have that box of letters
Why can’t I throw it away
Swore you'd never leave me
That this

summer
Got a lil gun so you call yourself a gunner
Me and my niggas get it in till the sun up
Crash the whip chasing them big face hundreds
Scratch the tix

1Up
1Up, 1Up, 1Up, 1Up
**** talking beef but **** won't run up
Streetz too cold only come out in da summer
Got a lil gun so you call yourself a gunner

We can spend some time
Watch it fly right by while we whip the ride
I can grip your sides and make you feel supported
Like you received endorsements

What’s the opposite of a prima donna, do you think it’s
A player who’s chased by the papers and hates it
It takes wits to be faceless in this place

We can go chip for chip, I pull some large out
Or go whip for whip, I bring them cars out
Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out
Porsche Box

Soaking in a cool summer breeze, yeah
We'd be singing happily
And up there in my dream land
There are only cotton candy skies
'Cause it's always sunset

I'm getting executed n an Electric chair 

Tell god I Ont wanna hear it, hey syri call all my niggaz
( We sukka free we outside we fukn up our lungs