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it's 2020 how I see you through these lenses back up
It ain't no guessin we sip henny out the glass cup
If n****s down I keep it fendi we gone mask up
My

round me
Act like them niggas never knew me
How I move about it
Alotta niggas movin goofy get the goof up out them
1.5 niggas paper weight
Wake up early

and let's see if you lucky
Count my bread up on my jeans
Fendi scarf on me yeah that's where I hide the beam
So much money it be bustin' at the seams
Nine's

or selling birds
Ain't that funny?
Ain't it ironic, all my shit is
Iconic, fire chronic, Machine bitch
My balls is bionic
Bodies get chocked up, drive-by

your manners?
Up you ass behind the Fantas
Dumb fat bitch don't fuck my van up
Aerosol spray I lift my can up
Paint your face blue like Havana
Crying ass

let it all shatter by crime scenes
Then he cleared up his vision with visine
My lyrics are so enticing
And I came in the game with my team
We taking it

around and freestyle heat
Rap battles break out by the verbal assassin's
People getting clowned on got everyone laughing
It got me so addicted to be

Full speed ahead I go 
All destinations unknown 
As I twirl and I spin the excitement begins 
Open up my eyes and I'm looking at the skies
Whole new

Desro
Gav, turn this shit up
Bustin' the ribbons yeah I be a gift 'cause I'm livin' presently, yeah
Doin' it over and over and they wanna trash

on the side of department stores, I'm riskin' prison time
Ate a shroom and woke up the next mornin' and felt revitalized
Nigga, in my hood I'm like a king, I

almost as I was doin' it live
And I feel like Kendrick up this ish
And done screaming out "Bitch
Don't kill my vibe"
Check, I can leave your head a mess

happening
Use to be a pipe dream
We into living, still grinding
I know nothings given
In the kitchen
I be cookin up like its thanksgiving
The plates sizzlin

Had that True Grit
Cuz I was grinding in my Studio
And Working out in my Apartment
I get noise complaints Shiiit
Should've heard me back Before I bustin

I'm steady puttin work in
Ready for a fight wonder how to get my verses
I'm in this beats guts stitchin up like a surgeon
You can't even take notes

on my phone

Wonder did I do wrong baby why am I alone,
Wonder why every time I call you don't pick up the phone,
Is you fuckin' on them niggas baby you

and tell your man that I hit
You know that nigga a bitch, he gon' trip Pull up and he gon' get hit by the stick
And if I miss you, know bro got to blick That

a kickstand for them niggas with a big plan
I don't know no better I was caught up in a mix
Pullin' on her tracks while bustin' down her upper lip
Someone

Sprite
When you in this life, keep your gun and move cautious
Hanging around some killers, but we move like some bosses
Tunnel vision, I been bustin' dots

the game again man!
We finna break 'em. Watch out!


Damn, I just came up and conquered!
Stomping your head on the curb
I'm in this 'rarri I swerve
Fuckin'

In JB we trust, bitch, I came in clutch
Gotta stay by myself cause they know I'mma threat
I got Ben 10, on my wrist, yeah, it's bustin'
You ain't from

Trouble

Brotha Lynch Hung

The Plague

2002

motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield
I makes a full course dinner 
Out of roadkill
Pops some pills
Smoke some sherms
Drunk as fuck
Rollin up a blunt
When I

what you reap or wake up, shakin' up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in

Brand New [Main]

Rhymefest

Brand New

2005

out of hits
They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough
All that talkin' I feed off of - keep it up
I'm relaxin' my feet

All In (New York Giants' Anthem)

Travie McCoy

All In (New York Giants' Anthem)

2012

we stand, divided we fall
Either you lead, you follow, or get up out...
Basically we got it broken down to a silence
Everybody from Brooklyn out