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ignore the past
Before your ass got SMACK involved
You was playin' basketball
On the ground ballin' so
I signed your Spalding
I ain't have time for talkin'

Address
Return to sender
And a bender
Is the path you get
This futurama
Ain't getting better
The trauma got me stressed
Looking up at commas
Ima keep

You know that I did it by myself
Lil Big Boy, no one else
Didn't even fear death itself
Legends only live for themselves
I put a half a mill on my

getting tall
I got, trap trap trappin on alert
Trap trap trappin on alert
Uh-huh, you know I'm making money like it's dirt
Every friday is a new mill alert

maybe 5 years When I got me some mills and a crib By the sea
Hate me or love me it really don't Matter cuz Imma still get it, by any Means, by any means

happen now /every body got short comings ain't  no need to be actin' now /I just pray that we get it straight before time is up /and we tappin' out /who

can feel the dirt,
Equal opportunity because my ladies so diverse,
You ran out of time, there's a love note in your purse
Generator for experience, you

living a lie?
This ain't a battle you get to decide
Devil been dancing inside of my mind
This ain't a battle you gonna survive, dealing with
Pride (Rah)

I been grinding for a Mill for a while now
Time waits for no man ain't no Time out
My Lil nigga doin time let me find out
That he working with them

changed in a minute
Ïon really got the time for no bond
They say it could be the closest one get you
Ain't too much of grass in my lawn
Fakest niggas be

man aint got time to be scared
They told me there was no hope nigga
Rather die than to stay broke nigga
Shit ain’t sweet like swishers
Life’s a bitch so

Devil's Got a Hold

Travis Barker

Give the Drummer Some

2011

the door to meet a fiend by the store
And I heard 'so you off touring?'
I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score

a couple mills and I still ain't done
I got my degree, but they still be thinking I'm dumb
If you look me in this book, It'll say you my son
I threw five

4 Your Eyez Only

J. Cole

4 Your Eyez Only

2016

the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this

Hot This Year

Brand Nubian

Soundtrack to the Streets

1998

Yo Capri  yo this is Diamond  um
Check it out um I moved the session to next Wednesday 
At twelve noon  plug me in at D&D  you'll be outta there by

Worried about nothing
But pussy and getting richer
Tell me how you feel
Got problems by the mill
But you ain't worried
Keep it one hundred I got my steel

feigning respect
For Walt's original magic

Because nothings more important to me
Than the love I have for you
Bitch, you keep my gears winding
So baby,

I'm at point in my life
Where I cannot chill
See it's too much on my plate
And I ain't talking bout no meals
Ain't got time to wait
Nah see we tryna

The devil's who you're fuckin' with

[Chorus]
Murda, murda, murda, murda

[Layzie]
I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
A savage of torture

so cold that hell
It'self done froze over
Like an unplugged toaster
You ain't got no heat
The last time you battled a God
You spent eternity up in

now it's printable, you in critical
Me clinical, it ain't liberal, you minimal
Typical run-of-the-mill
You pitiful appendages
Ran up the top, not rap, I

Please don't call my phone
You and me we ain't chummy
I am way too hungry
Got an empty fuckin' tummy
And you rappers aren't good
So my snacks are lookin'

trips, in July
Turo Teslas for the drive
Stay blessed, yall know
Need it to sustain life
Its ya man Sam and,
I aint here to waste time
Is it on us
Race

Body Work

Juicy J

Fear of God II: Let Us Pray

2011

I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang