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Rap 84 of the 83, ain't rhyme them and they end with me, How you pay to get in the club, and then hate on the pressure y'all pay to see Now we got
I don't need no blue check to be verified Step aside spitting killer verses mans its geocide Where was I when the verse hit deep inside of your mind
why you usually lose When ever I sing you admit it's true It's the same Zip name solo and with the crew The same smart ass mage who's living off
the wire Can't wait for this year, signs tell me by this time, I'll have a 3.0, DA, Marching Pride, I got an album release and I'm still on the grind Keep
& your not In the mood The blessings is blue The hatred is crue I said hold up , wait a minute Y'all thought i was finish May weather from the village
by Can you tell me why Why everything gotta be about you? Now you ain't getting love And you see how much we do This something we getting used to, damn
burnt by the 3 KKKs- 400 plus years beginning stage- 40 acres and a mule- where it’s at I’m confused- only country it’s a crime to send ya kids to school-
Guess who's who, this oovoo versus vimeo Blues Clues with the verses I got all these kids attention Not to mention all these niggas in your mentions
a good summer for me) New York, Big City of Dreams' To get by, cats doing plenty of things "Y'all don't really think I can be hot in the club Y'all think
before it fell out Doing shit that rappers'll never do You know I'm on that So why don't I start by telling You what was in my contract? Make the type
don’t mess with you dudes why would I fuck with your tunes When I started you thought it was easy you’re wrong nigga Blue ticks is all you get from me I’m
want expensive champagne No cheap shit on rocks The wind from Miami, park right by the docks They say, they say Be careful what you wish for They say,
With no back bone, send em back home to moan I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone You want
With no back bone, send em back home to moan I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone You want
own, own, own, own It was like around '99 with White wine in hand Dancing silhouettes, blue Skyline Neighbours had that Tuesday Thursday night choir i'd
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
I don't even smoke cigars but I'ma light up a cigar for this one Just talk my shit yo This wasn't originally on the album, It just made it 'cause I
trying to find Enchanted by the passing of the days There's a reason why we all live again I got 15 minutes to qualify so I'm gonna defy All the laws
I knew you before I knew you And I liked you before I would've liked to Yeah, I had to drop a little Blue Clue Just making sure you feel the same way
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