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on the same plane
So who's frontin', hit the snooze button, they confused
I sound ill on the mic like breaking news
Cuttin' to reporters getting camera time

people livin'
In their cars letting
Their children starve
And that's the hardest part
They don't even need to look
In yours eyes
While their breaking your

button, that's log off
Now I have to say goodbye
Never say my rhymes were tight
Like "NG", that stuff is right
Back with another tune soon, goodnight

No

While you sacrifice your health 
I’m just trying to be myself 
By working on my health
Knowing my health is wealth 
When I’m done your reflection 
Will be

breath 
Break my back, dawg, why you so mean 
Guess I'm getting in your head this time 
Don't control me if you don't know me 
Part two, feels a little

give up, I get the job done
Don't pretend you like my stuff
Be a man and keep it straight up
I'd rather be hated by all of you fakers then know that

where I'm
constantly making new cables, and basically building this shop
And we built this shop from scratch

And then every time, this is how it happened

a dick with an extendo seventeen in the clip
You getting hit get up off the block ain't getting no zip
That's rule five you a busta and your mamas a bitch

on a shirt yuh
I remember getting no love
Haven't nun to show of, money was low, as fuck
And now we only going up

I remember I was making music
back then, got

reach pussy from California to Ireland
I'll hit it from the back so hard that I'll poke your diaphragm
Yuh, this the pick up pick up
Uh, yeah, Namos

reach pussy from California to Ireland
I'll hit it from the back so hard that I'll poke your diaphragm
Yeah, this the pick up, pick up
Uh, yeah, NAMOS

you changed I know your intent
Niggas tried to audible on me and my nigga went blitz
Yeah, aye
The boy is too wise to be fool
Fixing and breaking

man today
I was the butcher yesterday

Chopped em up in pieces
Threw the parts in the garbage
And came back and got em all today
I'm lion hearted like

getting mine, that's dividends
I murk your crew, no evidence
It's South Bound baby, coming up
4-0-5, thunder up
This my city yea this my town
Everywhere I

Been On

G-Eazy

These Things Happen

2014

a party foul
Rappers try to swear they're cool
Really? I'm like "hardly, pal"
Black on black with hair slicked back
Boy I got the hardest style
And I'm

my last name
Doing all the shit
That's the worst part of breaking up
Gathering all your clothes
Mailing back all your fucking stuff
Telling all our

amazing
Totally manly
So you understand
Alright, let's get back into it
When I
Sorry yeah
We're getting distracted by things
Wanna
Sing out
The words
My cat

that time you threw up in my momma crib
It's some nasty stuff
Yeah a lot of good memories back then man
Aye, look, I gotta spin
Imma holla at you next

The Grind Date

De La Soul

Cornerstone Mixtape, No. 64: August 04

2004

the now
Went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on charts
Positions is part of my mission to hangin' on top
Gotta get your polly cracker or with them

with the hate, and kill the snakes in my grass man
Breaking free from all the drama I hated
Finally making up for all the time that I waited
Happy y'all

I just show up and do my fucking part (Woah)
Everyday I do it I gotta do it large
Stopping by the place, we swooping someone up
Hopping in the car

different
There's lessons I'd enforced
But now they mean even more
Watch your mouth
Watch your brain
Watch your heart
It can be hard
Watch your back
Watch

My belief’s been tried and tested
I know that life is hard
But I’ve also learned you gotta do you
Watch how you play your part

It’s either you gon

I needed was knowing that I could change things
Hardest part is waking up thinking I'll never make it
Welcome to my mind it's full of darkened places