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I'm scarred
Play this Earl Nightingale I'm working on my THOUGHTS
Cuz thoughts become things, MIND, BODY, SOUL, GOD that's my figure four
While my

record
Put em all in a bag, real life in
4th quarter ain't no excuses the gas piping
Need Two-Fifteens like gas prices
Took a long time I ain't exciting

some homies been catchin' charges
Back to the story
I'm washin' dishes
I put em all up
Came round the corner
Went by the sink and thats when i saw ya

thought I'd be a rich nigga by now
In my twenties, getting lit, hit the club ball out
And every ho who turned me down tell them all look at me now
Used

at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

contract set you out for combat
On your own now you on your way back to your mom's shack
No me s**t I'd rather fund my own album
Doing it this way I control

than her fishnets
Lighters getting bic'd by this pyro for a quick sec
You said you wanted fire in your life well come and get some
It's coming through

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

I can spit better bars, bitch I'm the rap Shakespeare

Shoot at your bitch then i say I miss her
Bars too cold you'd swear there was a blizzard
Coming

Move your big head ass out the way nigga the tick is on
I remember hearing this as a kid and I'd sing along
Now im grown seizmo flipped the shit

by money trees
I'm shaded by niggas that smoke on the regular but don't want smoke with me man
I told 'em that soon enough I'd have it all
Aint no plan

got it like this
And I don't commence to rock with a lisp
They try to shift, they get stopped with a fist
They'd be better off coppin' the fifth
After

rap-rock
Flipping past the bin for Limp Bizkit
Kept seeing this other band right next to it
A band by the name of Linkin Park
Graffiti street soldier

You a Cutie pie in my eyes
Baby won't you be my kiwi lime
I'm not tryna press you I just need you by my side, you my forty-five
Can you tell me,

Do I gotta explain 
Why Y'all songs be plain 
18 nd I'm on my second car while y'all hoes getting by via train

How could you not see
All my money

[Intro]
Somewhere in Baltimore, MD
Lying a psycho, surrounded by money trees
Pick off the leaves and roll up a blunt
That’s how much fucks I don’t

a class clown
I was just like 12, in the 6th grade,
i was all by myself, I was afraid
and people used to yell, always thru shade
making me feel like shit so

"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You

And everyone who tried to give me hell's in paradise now, uh
Best Album, we was the true winners
We had them all sucking up Trash like vacuum cleaners
I put

Now I'm feeling all was lost, how will I make it now?
Jarobi called said Christmas day he'd be exchanging vows
That made my day, 'cause shorty was

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
In a world full of haters stands a single group 
Who clearly separate themselves from the rest
These 3 men scale the ends

Cross 'Em out and Put a 'K

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

the boopin' floosin'
Off this gang-bang music
So all I'd wanna got the room stumped
I'm smokin, make dough like Trump
Cookin powder til they chunk, punk!

Yeah, yeah
It feel good, baby
Ayy
For us, by us, just us, for love
Don't it feel good, baby?
It feel good to me

I-I-I think my neighbors

can't absorb the hate
I go "Psycho", killer, Norman Bates

[Chorus: x4]
I gets loc'd and loonie
I, I get loonie

[Verse 3: Shad K]
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