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the law flip a pack
Sell some weed sell some crack
Whatever to make a stack
Whatever to make it back
I’m Maj O’Narley all ever I did was fuck & trap
I’m

Told her it was break or bust
We met they brushed me off (Fshh) and then I hopped right back onto the bus
With nothing else to give her but bad news

my lifestyle consistent g
Don't need to change into fake personas
Keeping it calm, they should call me a monk
Pray to the father, the spirit, the son

& ol dude was in a altercation
Thinking back I understand why he was frustrated
We was just smoking weed, I didn’t plan on fornication
Never saw his son

you're playing it like you never did
Should try to get employed by what you dig
Ya' see, I just like all different kinds of music
Name a genre, I'm

through then it'll make ya
I take risks and shake the scale on the Richter
They say you only live once but I beg to differ
Everyday that flies by bars only

existence like Nagasaki
We're all tired of the same damn thing
You're off brand & bring
No flavor like stale winco bbq chips
Crawl back in your hole
Before I

with Brandon on production
And NO got the subject Goosebumps get delivered to the public
Youngn been put in out albums rockn shows by the hundreds
Aint

talk tough, but obviously you soft
Cause I'ma bad bitch, damn right I break the law
Been to hell and back, and not once did I fall
When its time to throw

Infamous Minded

Big Noyd

H.N.I.C. [Clean]

2000

And de-cock the hammer
You need triads
I need to get up outta here
Don't really think It's cool to let another man
[Havoc]
"Let me buck that nigga son

c'est du timeless shit
Pis c'est fuckin' hors du crochet, d'mande à Kenny, hein
L'queb petit mince St-Jean-Baptiste, back then
Première fois, j't'allé

Need to know the facts, check the classics
Each of my fuckin albums
Even the wack ones
Spill truth all over tracks
Like I'm pouring out liquor
For my

this world loving you
Girl, I will
I was made in the USA
Son of a dirty South babe
I got an outlaw's mind
I wish things were like they were back then

the son of my mother
Booked off my freestyles,  they judging me  by my covers
Judging me through ya phone, you guaranteed to be wrong
Catch me in traffic

And we feel like the goats
Yall already know
This not for show

I done pressed pause on my life
Now I'm coming back alive
14 tracks in a album
I dont take

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it's been About 3 years since we last talked, and I brought
Back a very special man
You know this man, he goes by

to the top
By any means, sorry if I'm mean, psych you really thought
No apologies, Apollo please, I'm the son of the God
There's no need to second-guess

but I don't hate

Never seen it coming, scars all on my back, not on my face
All them nights I cried alone, not guilty, my spirit just shamed
Felt my

the best
One of the greatest marketing tactics we've ever witnessed
Cared for just the music, the business wasn't none of our business
The third album

talking shit
You can't even rap
All up in the street with a strap

Watch your back
How you talking shit with a tec
You ain't even blast
She got a fat ass

I’m so drunk I taste my tongue
I’m so fucked that nothing’s fun
I’m so high I am God’s son
But daddy always drops me back at starting line again

and the shirt on my back, little else
It's all love and it always will be
From me, so I give you my thanks if it helps
Uh, but this house ain't mine
No more so I

Ha ha ha ha hah, I'm laughing with my mobb
While you remained confused by me
The Prodigy
You put your verse I put my verse in
We see who really

Brought the ting to Nina's album premiere
True, we gotta pass the opp
Block on the way there mum's back from work
I might have to bag up in the BnB
If you