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mean it's like this wit; it's simply put
My plagiarism wisdom used in decision making process
Helps me make the kind of choices
I can live with swallow
Hear the CLINK! of the nails as they pierce His hands
And the…lash as they slash this man
Crash this man, hit and harass this man
Bash, stick
The Neptunes and Noreaga
The limit is the sky, hit em'
Yo, lemme, do it again, do it to win
Last album was a eight, this one is a ten
And when Capone come
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
douteux du succès, mais tu as la rage de vaincre
On savait que t'arriverais à grimper jusqu'au sommet
Tu as monté cet album, le premier de ta carrière
They say jealousy's in the air but I tell em it's always been there
Reality won't be fair no matter how long you been here
Just play the cards you
like Franklins
In my blood like glucose, word up like kudos
Backyard in the mud summer sun where I grew those
Cos sinkers hit the buge's, drinkers hit
keeps avoiding us
They tempt by distraction we send no reaction keep it simple
I hear a signal coming over us
(The air)
We keep regulations on our
And became dissection specimens once they were inside there
With a steady supply of liquor the poor victims weren't prepared
For easy suffocation by the greedy
Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
where I live, like everyday
What do you say?
Imma keep 'em up I'm the air
The world shootin' like it's NBA
It don't get no better than this
This is crazy
it’s nice it’s nice it’s nice
To live this life live this life live this life live this life
People act people try
People laugh people cry
Some tell
to see the lives we had to live
Summer nights without nowhere to go
What you embarrassed for
Talking to me after you hear this shit Ain't the way to go
Its
friends like I’m on a blacklist
Hit by a whip, permanent limp
This got to chart way it hit
It’s pretty clear I don’t fit
Had to depart from the mix
People
girls, money, and fame
I play their game, and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on this
Raw bass material, huh, when individual
True brand imperial you're hearin' on your stereo
Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial
Sit BACK,
Tryin' to punch out all my life by fillin' up my lungs
The shit you call air but I call it death
Cause it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes begin
CHORUS (x1)
Time is short and my life is sick
That's how it is man look at this shit
You get abused by street platoons
Hit you like wind
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like
feel vacant
Do this for the fam and people that done played me
Looking in the air, thanking God cause I'ma make it
Song so hard, they would've never
the life
Autumn chief leakin' in the air on the weekend
Put it down by the evenin', that's my kind of season
Cash crop is decent, I'm not even gonna pretend
the air I stay grounded
Y'all was sugarcoating since Kool aid Pouches
Devil getting close
But I won't Go
They gon try to tour us
Like horoscopes
They tore
Live party people but the rest did not survive
(Why?) They had a cardiac arrest
Now rocking microphones is something I do daily and
Making people
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
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