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even know me, why you acting like my homie
I’ve been really by my lonely till I find my place real slowly
Static when you hit my line, shit is kinda

career's a prophecy now
Better grab your jacket, 'cause in this world we live in it's cold out
And when my album hit the stores it's sold out
Like these

up, breaking highscores
Still live in the house with my mom but I'm never bored
Playing this life like a videogame and im carried by my team
Yeah,

Mafia Music

Rick Ross

Mi-Yayo Cash Cartel 2

2009

I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in

Deep

Mustard

10 Summers

2014

but somehow I got by.

Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why

RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America

tape a hit
So we can bop every time 
See if I care (Yep)
Life's too good to live in fear
I'm moving on fine
I'm hard on my grind
Making my first tape

Cos I got hits by the boatload,
Yes you know my steez,
Out with my Gs, check the drip straight greaze,
No I never been a ‘Yes Man’, I ain’t got no one

you get hit in your head, prrrat
Cause I ain't from the city of suckas
Philly is the city with plenty of gun busters
And I go by the name of the hustler

Second album of the year, I'm on my trap shit
Make a skinny ho pay me like a fat bitch (Uh-uh)
Fly the Mulsanne like a plane, a boss behind tint

don lap
It's all facts 
I need the money 
Men you know i need cash 
Know a nigga need some pussy 
Know a nigga need ass
Man about to drop an album 
Boy

follow Jesus and Muhammad I'm already prepared
For whatever so whenever death comes that fair
Sigel told me you know when you feel it in the air
When its

The Joint

Kottonmouth Kings

High Society

2000

of cigarettes
Look in the trash can, your as high as you get
Sometimes you forget, smokin' one to many hits
About to look in my caddy, down the walkway bricks

I

Mister Cee's Master Plan

Big Daddy Kane

Long Live the Kane

1988

'cause the Kane said so
This is the dance floor groove of the album
Presented to you all live from Calvin
Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee
The disc

fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he

ain't playing fair
Drive by walk down up the murder rate
I ain't going back to jail Ima do the race
Nigga say he want smoke well it's in the air
Niggas

Something in the air tonight
I know I can make this right
Imma set my body free
Body free
Free free free

Sick of playing by th rules
Imma do what I

A second hand heart, And tired eyes 
I'm running low on my air supply 
A hit to the head, now I dispise 
Everyone laughing but I reply 

It all feels

The black helicopters are coming for me
It's only a matter of time
I'm hunted and haunted by eyes that can see
The blood and the fire and the weight

songs were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated

To stop moving like a criminal is what I try,
But you live by the road's, by the road's how you die,
I'm real in every situation, make man humble like pie,

Dan I customize all the fire
Why you point me to the work and you don't even know who supply it
Mixing up the chemicals baby, I'm Bill Nying
Skrill off

an informant. come one deep by myself I be scoring. hit it with the Fentanyl until I get a foreign. wonder why the fens always coming twice. dope so strong I had

the middle
Uh, real hittas get it live
Blacking in this Karl Kani
Me against the world like its 95
Blacking in this Karl Kani
From nothing to something my