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that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally

just a daily routine, damn, damn
Yeah, it's a dark space I roam
Surrounded by a bunch of fucking faces I know
Always ask myself, where will this go?
Rap

just to chill
Man I'm looking for that one day
I don't worry bout a bill
Maybe one day I can sleep
Life been on my nerves
Maybe one day I get peace
Every

chocam
Meus putos, vossas putas, mocam e mocam e mocam
Deixei projetos em stand by em plantas
Amigos fechados e outros em campas
Quanto mais cais mais

um with love
What up homie Menya zavout Gi Flow
Ochin preatna kinda klasna reapin what we sow
Either get it right or these sukkahs gonna steal our

FAR AWAY
STRETCHING EVERY DOLLAR
LIVING DAY BY DAY
RATIONS ARE RUNNING LOW
BUT WE'LL MAKE IT LAST

I'VE GOT STEAK-UMS IN THE FREEZER
COLD YELLOW BELLY

in vain, 
twisted scenes growing day by day..

BRIDGE
We'll hear the screams and fight once again, 
painting our face until we find another day..

It’s a hold up
___
I said right now take that money out cha pocket
Dollar bills, wallets and the watches
Pendants and the lockets, ain’t another way that

To speak my peace
The judge might declare
Everything I own, plus more,
Is gonna be shared

Is anything he does seem fair?
Let me think here,
Um, uhhh,
NOPE!

a drink straight out the bottle then I'm right back to rapping make it happen stay up on my shit don't let um see you scrapping, make it happen, by any

and margins
Employees, and many options
took a technique wit momma milk
Not through one hundred bill
There’s no economy,
This award got no fucking nominees
None

many colors uh, ayy

The human heart tattoo move in a hard vacuum
Only back to pay a bill or maybe
Fill a cart with cat food
I'm shredded, smelling like

victims of homicide
Everybody quiet
I'm so sick and tired of the Murda

I grew up inspired by the likes of civil rights leaders
Who sacrificed their lives

this EP by tonight tho
Wallet run dry, bills looking high tho 
Spread thighs tho, high school was miles 
Away from Van, but I feel the eyes tho 
Stuck

and she squeeze it
She ion want thm niccas gettin me
She ion wanna leave me
But I gotta get thm packs in
I'll be back by the evenin
Show um wat yo momma

try to follow up on sciences
Social ties to crimes that cause serious silences
The kind of thing that'll keep kids the quiet type
Like that bill? Nigh

eyes?
Heart been attacked hard to unpack
Sabrina we need a prenup
Just like, you said you, needed um-br-ella
Whenever, you go, to coa-ch-ella
Don't you,

ntwana when you get the zaka
Do good by um'dala

Dollar signs, dollar signs (Signs)
Dollar signs on my mind
But I need dollar signs in my pocket
The reason

My Aba is not a rapist, He don't force it, uh huh
But I'm violent, so I, uh, take it by
Get out
You can't stay in my head
Get out
I rather fight you

as fuck
Bitch nigga face look like it got hit by a bus
You look like my asshole, nigga, keep it a buck
Looked in my pants, nigga, you look like my left nut

by myself I got the bag boy
Why you trippin off a bitch don't be sad boy

Mãe eu juro eu vou viver à custa disto
E um rapper como eu tu nunca tinhas

Maybe Next Time

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

And hold, cause nobody told her
That the Master Ace, could move so many hips
Just by the sounds from my lips
Well um dinner was a winner, the movie was

nasty known as full grown man
With a mind full of values, that came from a queen who did all she can
Shit my mother, um, her name is Gwendolyn
Elaine

Style
Wollte nix anderes hören, als „Music to Drive-by“

Ich hör', was ich will, ich Keep it Gangsta und
Ich pump', was ich will, ich Keep it Gangsta,