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to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16

back at the patterns how I ended up where I am
Begin to realize it's been multiples roles that I have adopted for stage
To get by and survive
As if - I

again
I drink from this bottle dog it's my only friend
I'm so scared to be alone again
Fake smile on my face
I just can't keep pretending like I don't

Just Us

Boot Camp Clik

The Chosen Few

2002

this

[ VERSE 1: Top Dog ]
(You) thought I was finished, you thought I was done
Cause I took time off to raise my son
But I rep for the streets, prepared

the day before 


Is he asleep or is he dead
Are the memories pretty in his head
You say it’s sure fire times
I say it’s the end of our lives 


In Ireland

They wanna' come fuck with a star, more bottles we love alcohol
I'm flexing without you, you knew I was bound to
I took her for round two, I'mma

block
I'm only knowin cold by the wasatch
Thinking bout Ron clair reversing hands on the time clock
If you from over you know the park was the damn spot

3 doors down from the enemy
A symphony of 10 toes down niggas ready as they’ll ever be
Hanging with the bottom of the bottom
Everybody bottle what’s

see a ship on the horizon
Comin' up, and I'm realizin'
It's time for another uprisin'
I'm manin' this attack by suprise n'
"Avast mates, fire up

bottles 1942 how we celebrate
Ain't no rest in peace for the dead nigga we celebrate
7/4 that's a smurkish day you know we celebrate
They say location

four deep in that car you already fucking know
Don't try to hop up in this bitch, your scary ass ain't tryna blow

If you really want him dead, don't run

the hate 
Walk in the bank toting the rocket
Don't give a fuck I'm just making deposit 
Walk out the bank upping the rate
Ask how I'm doing I been doing

trying
You ain't got the answers you just got the facts
Your dog from way acting like somebody pet
And you trying to be a vet cure the pain for a check
By

some hope
Nigga, I'm G.O.A.T
Nigga, I'm G.O.A.T
I'm covered by Allah, man, you niggas can't touch me
Pocket rockets gone go blahh, after pushing that

gone to waste, in haste
My heart's like this bottle by my side
Once the Henny gone all you see is my lifeless eyes
Have you seen my mind? I think I lost

blade I think I want it matte
I can't get sleep got a hole in back
Killed by love it's a self suicide, yeah
My name in a book I swear I'm gonna die
Don't

Supermodel

Bran Van 3000

Glee

1998

Ooh, look at all this company coming round tonight. 
Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello. 
You really want to know? 
Well, I'll tell you,

shirts and shoes

Them foreign sports cars are a blast and rockets are fun
But we need to remember to spend USA made right here so we don't come undone
All

the competition
On a mission driven by winning
That means I gotta be kickin people out their position 
Go from 0 to 100 like damn we switchin
Now sit and listen

want no hand-outs
Aint never been no leech
Ima dog Ima get it nigga by any means
I stay up like the feins
Steady stacking the green
All my girls like

I come with the talk 
She come with punch and a kick
Now I'm all by myself 
Whip a pound of the brick
Get the brick on a bike
The brick fall out

exotic cars sold by someone who don’t even like you

Just business to them and should be buying acers of land

Back on topic lyrics rockets I’m the pilot

gotta make time for it
Practicing walking on top floors
One day I'll get me the top score
We done popped off
Bottle rocket with the top off
Never barking

gonna be the same again, bitch I'm depressed
So many years of feelings I held back and suppressed
Up a rocket launcher and I'm finna shoot yo head
Bitch