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even control it
Cause they tryna kill me guess they got a chip on they shoulder
Black man, black man that’s all I'll ever be
I ain’t worried bout you
So

to fight
We just trying to hussle true the night 
Once that  money coming 
In we be all right.
Cause, all ma nigergs 
Out hear trynu shine 
We ain't tryna

worth every minute
Guaranteed by the time that we been this
Way you look back they're gonna
Say that we did it
We did it, you're damn right we did it
We

[Lil' Jon]
There's something I wan't to tell you 
cause I know that a brother got needs tonight 
I ain't trippin on yo pimpin cause that shits tight

probably die
I live by God I got these guns
You test your luck I’ll bet you die
We called that a boy
Survivor
He toot that pole on the road
This ain’t fa

Damn
Uh
LeakAfn
KC
Damn right I'm in the city where the shooters be
And I move around by myself and this is usually
I can't do no back and forth

Soul Food

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

to me
Like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard
Trick hell you say?

It's such a blessing when my eyes
Get to see

And that ain't hard to tell
I won't be fooled by the lies
No matter how they sell
Why would I do wrong when I know what's right?
Fit into the narrative,

Right hand on my lap, God made me for women 
Boyy but ain’t nothing feminine, except how u feelin when 
I hop on my Harley...chopper wheels spinnin with

a man I ain't no petty king
I rather live with all my woes
That if I don't get a hold of
That shit'll leave me exposed
And I'll lose sight of all my goals

Got this heat from Banger Beats...



This that real 

Shit you can feel 

Hurt but I'm gon' heal 

Payin' off my bill

Plottin' on a mill

I ain't

talkin' all that trash (you the one who talkin' all that trash)
Forty-five, I'll twenty-eight that ass (ooh)
You can set the snow on fire (yeah, ooh)
You

Happy Hour (Worktape)

Chase Rice

Dirt Road Communion

2012

ain't so happy without her

That same damn Skynyrd cover band
Playin' sweet home Alabam'
For the third time tonight (still playin' it too slow)
We

away from round me don't need it tampering with how I live
It ain't right to be fucking with the wrong ones
They ain't gone be there for you in the long

better bag it on the low

Gotta stay strong keep my head up
Got the right ones filling my cup
Why don't you tell me I ain't for you
Cause you know I'm

part
But that didn't get me far
Told you this right from the start
My emotions they want be involved

I ain't showing no emotion
Cause ik I been hurt

44 Bars

Logic

Bobby Tarantino

2016

murderous syllable shit right now
Just let me bounce
The mood around me is people smokin' that by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday

and it carry the static (huh)
That ain't my dog if he snitchin' and rattin'
I love a ho who get down and who ratchet
I got Balenci' all over the fabric

ain't a street fighter
Brodie pass the lighter
Wait I'm by myself I forgot that
I think I need to stop that
It's not good for my mental, no
It's not good

it(tryna wake up)
And you ain't fuck with a thug in a minute
We could do it right here, don't trip the whip tinted
Just wait for me to finish and just
Wake

him he be right under they nose
I can't let 'em notice all my moves
Bought a BMW navy blue
We was ridding four deep my lil brudda had that tool
Ain't no

Shit on god hoe
Like what you on though
Shout out gang though
Just like a baseball game we're rolling up right to the eight
You got that box in

to come to that, that’s for sure
Life moving at light speed
That ain’t the right speed 
You need to dial it back a little bit
Cause we don’t get back our

Apostle Paul, Cousin Kenny
We shall now play you the number that brings it right down the line

Well trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble in my way
Well,