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Suckers in all they new
Ways, different chapter, a new page
You fake if you don't speak to me
Real soon as you wave, I get it
Favorite singer, favorite

worth
I do it for the ones on that higher spiritual search
I do it like I do it, no bluffing ya when I say I'm all in!
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Ain't nobody gave me nothing, I

everything into it
Cain't understand how these other hoes do it
You ain't got no name brand shit
Tryin to be fly but you ain't that bitch
You've gotta want it

ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only

Ain't no telling what I will see when I Open Up my eyes I just gotta believe
In my G-O-D
That's all I think about
I ain't put my name on a paper,
Still

ain't no fantacy
(Fantacy)
Brother would you come and see
(Come and see)
Blessings he has given me
(Given me)
Favour just follows me
(Follows me)
He gave

the only way
Boi it ain't no other angle
The dead in Christ shall rise first
Then we who are alive and remain
Shall be caught up together with them
In

worshiping idols 
Find beauty with what that I have 
Not what that I lack
I'm on the right path
And there ain't no grasp
I'm making my way 
With nothing

them Duke, I call them puke I ain't gotta show them niggas no honor
While Mickey D all Americans fill my lineup
It's hard to follow

Tell them watch your

some pain.
I can bind him, bruise him, cast him out by the power of Jesus' name!

No longer on the outside; on the inside I now stand.
I'm sold out,

ambition be my pit
That I fall in sometimes—from time to time
Because I wanna spread the gospel through the music
So any way you wanna use me Lord, use me
I

niggas be telling I still ain't get caught
Fuck with LulSwerve that's my slime, snot
90 degrees in your hood, hot
Need a rich bitch I ain't fucking no

Die

Slaughterhouse

Welcome To: Our House

2012

Phi Alpha
But there ain't no frat niggas in the hood be calling me Tackleberry
And if he's iron, he will have him a easier time trying
To put on some

And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound
Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall
when my niggaz made the fuckin "Final Call"?

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It ain't no sunshine,

Okay, I keep warrant no ID
Got a couple bad bitches by me
You can't be walkin with that
Two lead don't try me
Try lotto my auto cost two million euros

Off the Wall

Tha Alkaholiks

Likwidation

1997

I keep a pack skin tight 
You want to pen fight? 
Just give in, 'cause you know you'll never win, right? 
It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour

the traffic like I'm jaywalking
I go for the hoop, call me Michael, different J walking
I do this by myself it's no one else, I'm not walkie-talking
It hurts my

Yeah, s'the way it go, Forever M.C. Talib, Lupe
Rozewood, go stunt
It's a magic sound

Yo, metalize eyes, I please skies and clouds
Trim solos,

called me by name called me by name
He took my shame he took my shame he took my shame
I ain't the same nah I ain't the same same
Chains
He broke my chains

where you visit
The Devil's plan is all exquisite, all to distract me
Lord's still my Shepard, but now I guess I'm the black sheep
By the way, what

Bitch Bad

Lupe Fiasco

Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album, Pt. 1

2012

mama listening to the radio
And a song comes on and a not far off from being born
Doesn't know the difference between right and wrong
Now I ain't

B*Tch Bad

Lupe Fiasco

B*tch Bad

2012

and probably unmentored
A complicated combination, maybe with no relevance
Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer's preference
"Bad bitches, bad

trying to show you who I'm going to be
Trust me, you gon' know what all the people believe
Excuse me, ain't no room to be chillin
I can see the things that

All I Said

Guru

Jazzmatazz, Vol. 3: Streetsoul

2000

love her yo, but I'm just doin my job
Ain't no need for confusion what I'm doin is hard
I'm the type of man, with a serious type of plan
I'm calmer no