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like 2Pac and chain letters
But this time, I simped though, got played like a wimp though
The Pharcyde said it fly, she kept +Passin' Me By+
Not even

The words of a girl matter
"Th-th-this was a fraudulent intention"
At the best, we can scatter
"Desist in giving me inattention"
The words of a girl matter

the most
Im the shit either way
Yeah they wanna stay by myside cause i can get rich anyday
Grind till the end of the day
I count my bands why niggas hate

But I ain't bothered by it
I am super clouted
And my visions cloudy
Rolling up these doinks of sour
Feelin lost up in this place for bout an hour
Got

"Yeah Brandon, this is grandpa um I'm gonna be gone tonight
But why don't you give me a call sometime tomorrow ah
I was just wondering if there's

Bitch - I got back pains from how I carry all of this dead-weight
You in straight debt because you can't get all your debt straight
She call me

'm goin crazy
Yeah Uh this is Dungeon Rap
Yeah check me out
Check me out, Horrorcore

Bang-Bang-Bang let the guns go clap
I said Bang-Bang-Bang you better

Blackball

Future

Suffering From Success [Best Buy Exclusive]

2013

of them hoes

I'm tryna fuck me thirty hoes by the end of this month
Ain't drive my Rolls Royce no more, I seen a fuck nigga in one
I heard some niggas

I ain't got time bitch leave
Posted in your hood I got the keys
Really out here in these streets
Sacred Summer '21 this year we finna be elites, like

full of clout, then welcome to Sleepy Hollow
I leveled up the game, my controller doesn't cheat
You see the difficulty changes when your code is in

how I composed

This shit got me smokin
Finally count my blessings, you still move all my emotions
How I got em stressin', they upset because I'm chosen

I'm at the top of the W eatin' lamb chops
43rd floor, boi don't ask me bout no damn opp
Baddest bitch in the city cookin' breakfast on a glass top

I'm pimpin them digits
My paper one hunnid, the biggest McGinnis
I ain't trynna stop til my niggas get richer
My wrist get a Richard
Or my Tommy live in

Shut the Eff Up! (Hoe)

MC Lyte

Eyes on This

1989

by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat)
With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it

close my eyes
And pretend this allows me to hide
Daddy, daddy, why are you sleeping
When I need you by my side?

Why did we start this journey
When we

I'm smokin' bud in the back
I waitin' for niggas to trip 'cause, bitch, I love to scrap
Mama raised me as a thug nigga, where love, niggas?
I

of the menace; maul them as I finish
Getting applause from all in attendance like
(Yeah, boy, get them) you wish you spit this hot, punk
(Yeah, boy, get them) too

the white sheet, leave a lil space so I can breathe, for my lil meez, this is me, open book, c it reads, Folks aint shook, smoken j’s by the book, yo bytchez

bruh you gotta go crazy on this one for me
Aye I
Tip toe in the library
How we moving silently
Open his door so violently
Why he tryna hide from me
I

an actor who I decide's not a factor, in fact, it's just a cancer
I think I'm the real Richard Pryor, you here to Jo Jo Dancer
I rolled in with a trunk full

a Richard mill I just cannot relax
Ive been betrayed by some people they told me they love me for the racks
Die alone was born the same I don't mind
You don't

you no where like you running in sand
Bullets burning from the barrel ima shoot where i stand
Count your days ima snatch your life boy
Call me deadshot

Fuck a co-sign bitch I'm co-signed by the trenches
Real ties in this shit

Bitch don't even touch that blick if you ain't drummin'
I kill for you, you

’m Around It, I’m Happy

You Ain’t Around It, You Has Been
Don’t Count Me Out, I’ll Come Back In
Nobody Matching My Passion
Misunderstood, Understand Me?

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