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and paper airplanes
And rare records
He had around a million and sixty
To change America through music was his hope
And to make some money because he was
a hacky-sacky
Man I write bars fam
It's too easy
Pass the mic to my boy Sleazy
First class flight, day and night
Side by side with Chesworth (Parker)
Raki
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
get through the day (oh, day)
Won't say no name, I'm not a snitch
But one night at the Ritz
Did some shit I shouldn't of did (at the Ritz, shouldn't
have to start way back at the very beginning
It's the only way we can make any sense of the ending
So, let's take a pause here
Alright
When your mother
Listen, when I rap, boy, that shit poetical
I break rules, I have never been ethical
Need condoms, niggas all on my genitals
I'm the best, get it straight
And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart
American girl, no doubt who the best are
I get harder, faster than a car in Nascar
Make more reveal, I wanna ride again
The red coats are comin', fuck
was the best
My parents don't understand the art, Blonson why'd you have to fart on my name
Just put it to rest
I don't like kids, but I like Nic Cage
throat and make it hard to breathe
Your whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics
My
throat and make it hard to breathe
Your whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics
My
the most flyest and stylish rapture,
My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest,
My first album through to him, that was my biggest project,
what's up, that's what poppin'
Full of energy no I'm not stoppin'
Potential energy for the album
Kinetic heat when its droppin'
Call me exothermic
Got that
hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
HCCKER! HCCKER!
HCCKER! HCCKER!
Put your ds on me john F kennedy
I'll make you squeal, baby
her name, some rhyme nameless
Don't try to treat me like I ain't famous
My apologies, are you into astrology?
Cause umm i'm tryna make it to your anus
on to the next before a week goes by
I give credit only where I see that credit is due
That last album took a week to put together for you
I'm on top of my wave
me for my name, then I tell that hoe John doe
Get a taste of me now she like you the you the best
Bounce out wit that tech slide through and make
too complacent
Be trusted by everyone but trust nobody
You should pick this up quick I learned it from John Gotti
And I heard it through the grapevine
struggled, nonetheless
Make my first mistake of learnin how to drink and smoke the cess
Did my best to tread water but it was just as I feared
At the time I
(the next one, the next on, next)
Ayo, my whole circle make you feel it like The Color Purple
My niggas comin' through and still hurt you
While
Ayo, it's been one hell of a couple years, emotions got me in tears
Still can't believe that I'm fightin' through my career
My life has been so
the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed"
"Queensbridge"
"Make everything right"
"Get yours, nigga"
the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed"
"Queensbridge"
"Make everything right"
"Get yours, nigga"
leaked of most of their fluids
I used to put the rubber on and skeet straight through it
And it seems, that I always keep my pipe in these hoes
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