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a piggyback

I’m wasting my time just addressing ‘em
Probably give ‘em adrenaline
Messin’ it up
Writin’ this just for the hell of it
You know my pettiness big

This that hov in 96
Na this that 94 nas
Na this that pac on death row
This that B.I.G
Ready to die
This that Sugar Hill flow
This that Born Sinner

Hit the Billboard charts
iTunes see my name right next to Drake
Try to take this smile off of my face
Jordan year for real
This is validation
Can't

the same game these niggas playing
Big dreams I ain't mean to take up both lanes
But when you think like me I guess there ain't no other way
It ain't my

rap from the core 
Everything other than writings rap is a chore 
Bored like I had a blast but now I'm back from the war 
PTSD, you get paid to suck

nobody will even listen listen
Maybe somebody big will but I don't wanna get big
By riding another rappers dick

Ay ay ay
I make a song every day
Ay
How I

want a hit, 
Tough shit, 
Why a nigga lying, mafucka, 
Forreal, 
I do not try to make things come off this way, 
Today it just did, 
Forreal I do not

jazzy

Let's see where the night goes
Dancing with our eyes closed
Got my bros, don't need hoes
Home girls know they dope though
Big hits, we won't blow

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

a kid could bust a N-U-T
Looking down at my hometown
Like kids at U-N-T
I'm a hurricane
These other cats Miami Beach
I could probably give you world peace

This gon get crazy like the BTS Fandom, And even bigger than a Chris browns album
Talking all that ish. When I hit in yo head it gon be big like a blimp

Blood Pressure

The LOX

We Are the Streets [Clean]

2000

around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old n****, new n****
Wha! 
Yo, yo, yo...

[Jadakiss]
Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here?
Y'all know da

My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff

your room in isolation
Amount of shit inside your mouth is verbal constipation
One sec, I'll make the hit pop
Then house DJ's think I'm shit hot
I'll do

would've ignored it
I think I'm done tanking hits, tryna absorb it
Now if you wanna mess around then you're in for it
Woah

That's a big leap, take a step

white trash
Miss me with the bullshit, get frisbee'd right back
I know Many Men who'd hit you with Fifty by chance
A bunch of conniving cons that are

her friend
Where they go again
Tryna hit up the whole fuckin town
By myself I'm ridin round wit my windows down
Turn music up while I'm puffin the loud

recording was maybe day 3?
And my voice by this time was almost completely gone
Unlike the other songs many of which I went back to the engineer's studio

beefed with
My home girl got raped by
The homie on deep shit
Me and the other homie hit back then
But then he split i pray to the devil, blood
Ain't hard

started
Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and
Y’all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah
Don’t compare to me these others
We are not

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

male like Redman
Until I get red hands like in Whut? Thee Album
Until we get reparations
I'll be defecating
Talking hit to anyone like
Fuck the outcome

this, my fourth album, you know I'm droppin' my fifth

Deliver breezes easy, rappers catchin' flu season
If i'm on keys, it's sick, the touch I got in