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fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might

Your Ghostwriter retired - can't make an album
You diminish your legacy that's the outcome
You better finish your veggies and watch your mouth son, I rap

Simmons Incorporated

Run-D.M.C.

Crown Royal [Clean]

1999

{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)

always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!

[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,

and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,

in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was

handicaps and made it here without one
On my last album I was going insane
I still am just by now I've gotten used to the pain
Take more green to my head

I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year

hooked one time
So I gotta OD

All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a grip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be

Soldier's song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

Sometimes I question whether this shit

I pass it to no one 



Ya



More together 



Written by TRAMAYNE Tman Hudson 

Produced by 6ix 





We can do much more together 

We can do much

a timeshare somewhere
Rock bum wear, beach chair, write a book each year
You can write yourself out of your blessings
Wreck your Lambo the first day just by

not the old shit
Last tape in my trash and I'm here ready to grab your ear with all of the gold shit
Back to back more classics here, 2019 album

Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Let me give you some more
Each bar dirtier than the next
I'm walking down Ybor
Released a couple of singles
Made them mingle
This is not an album, it's

More like a fuckin' Shih Tzu owned
By a chick with one tooth
Yeah you stay raisin' your voice but
I stay raisin' the bar
You're like Church "can you

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, as if I were their own son. Their two daughters, Yvette and Helen, are more like my younger sisters than cousins. When you are part

You gotta have the link before you order these
Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys
We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me
You just found

Hiatus

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

more
Believe my own nonsense I can't lie no more
Soul's dead, breathless I can't sigh no more
Wheel's already fell off, I can't ride no more
I guess

niggas like it's '04
Next to Copeland's on Broadway
More money, more ways, the more clickin'
The more waitin'
Don't be annoying, hittin' my phone all day

God Lives Through

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out

Tabernacle

Royce da 5'9"

Layers

2016

Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be

a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,

and bought a gun
I'm gonna shoot that bitch for real
All these rappers are my son
And I know they know the deal
I shoot up my gun now watch him run
Then he