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that I’m here a

Take a look in the mirror 

Could it be any clearer


Cuz that’s my aim 

Instant messenger

Wise words that’s my game

I been telling

is not the 80s
My white boy go by slim and he'll do you shady
I'm finna slide out to LA and tap in janky
You know that Nigga posted in the rap he be

stand side-by-side
There ain't gon' be no common ground
You ain't never heard nobody with my kind of sound
And you can't blame her if she take me

1987

Saul Williams

Amethyst Rock Star

2001

I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house
Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names
With the skyline on it with

Memories keep on hearing shots inside my head now
C'est la vie at least that I ain't dead and I'm still here now
Ten of these make 100 thousand
I'm in go

We on borrowed time
We just part time lovers
All times you ain't all mine fuck it
But right now we got the lights down fucking
Ya man a good guy my

Stet Troop '88!

Stetsasonic

In Full Gear

1988

the one that glowed
I used to make go-karts, now rappin' is my art
Scott La Rock still lives inside my heart

Now I'm a lover of hats, I make money in

flops
Ali on my tube socks
Nawf Atlanta baby I don't know what you thought
Fuck a grammy
Play me in a Waffle House jukebox

I'm killing ya
I fit

MDH

Crazy worst days, can out rap niggas on they best days
Out in L.A. bout to make some plays with my eses
Had to kick a bitch up out the house

I seen he a bitch so we took em off
If he ain’t 100 then he ain’t my dog
Could be here today & then gone tomorrow
So when I get up ima sit wit

A lot of time gone by
I sit and think about it
Some people like to bring up the past and make a stink about it
That's ashamed cause they wastin' time

put a ring around for my X to go
You can't wife a ho
The game's to be sold not to be told
You better leave her on the po' for sho'
And let some 40 old

the bottle prolly genie the bul
Tuck the package in the stash I just seen the allure
The safe house by the knock know it's me at the door
Couldn't move crack

We're not married, after all

Marcello
...If I catch you flirting! Keep in mind, no horns will grow under my hat

Musetta
I can't stand lovers
Who act

can't help
That shits got me so mad
Mix the pain with the drugs that's some shit you shouldn't add
I miss my brothers
And how everything used to be
I've

a brother slipping
He'll be short, shorter than short
With my hands around his troat
Fool, come off the chain and bracelet
I know it's wrong but face it

Pablo
And they came with the shipment
Move the la but my dog had the cane in the kitchen
Think it’s a game n***a listen
Sticks on the back seat and they

notre tête
Kaioken my way to victory
Spoken by all, my way to glory
Ain't lost again like Dori
Livin it up like Cory
White house for my homie
Not like

my voice
I could stay & hang with one
Or chill with babes that mix La Croix
With some hoity-toity rum that makes 'em 
Wanna feel the boy
Acting like

Hi my name is Dallas 
From the 
South side of Chicago 
I like harolds 
Extra mild sauce 
Mix that henny with that coke 
I know 
Oh I know 
I love my

Fuck a role model my advice (mental health)
You want my advice?

Just have fun, live life
Get married, throw some rice if you want to
Get through

going hit through the bricks c he getting cake so keep him Out the mix Left the  strap at the house would have shot at that bitch bitch my name lilc And I

Creeping in air it out
How has that come contagious
All new, a couple different flavours
Try and see I'm trying to say
That I want money like Las

twelve years a slave

Uh (it was only yesterday)

Uh, my grandfather getting knuckled by the pepper spray
More fire, Brixton riot like a renegade