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books underneath it. That piano was like my home. I did as much as I could with that piano because my parents never got me lessons. It was one thing
Ali got, I got the title back, prepare me to that
When the world needed Tip, ask where he was at
But when he need somethin back, nigga fade to black
right back
These rounds worth triple his: I’m
Shootin’ from the Sprite rack
Assumin' he don't like that, but facts
His fall comin' don't ask to stall
(Hey, just talk to me, okay?)
It ain't no point to me wakin' up
Everybody's time I'm takin' up (Noo)
I got nobody, it ain't a shoulder near
I can't
the money's gone, nowhere to go
Any job, I got the sack
Monday morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere
a dent in your Chevy
Don't disrespect me, you messier than any confetti
You lyricists delirious but you'll never be Eddie
Like the Wu I'm forever and I'm
dreams small town
Straight from Waterbury
Lotta slaughter it get scary
Momma taught us to be weary
By the time I got older it'd wear me out my life was
bitches good riddance
'Cause when you got money, hoes come automatically
And no hoes don't do nothin' but cause some static see
I went from khakis
Gotta go when it's crunch, I can't hesitate
Handle business on time, I ain't ever late
I'm with y'all but I come from another place
One thing we got in
they styling out
But really they just got stylists, that just style ‘em out
Everybody rates they cool by what’s hot or not
I rate my style on what I like
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no love, they're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like
back to my home
Got my organs attuned to the currents of the sea
My wheels are turning cause I put in the key
I be cruising thru the ocean of infinity
alive
And here’s to all the truckers on highways near and far
Hauling dreams by any means to where we are
Rajoe rigger well I got me a gig so I’m going
LET IT CHANGE YOU
GOT THAT MONEY & LET IT CHANGE YOU
EVERYBODY EYES ON ME
I GUESS THATS WHAT THE FAME DO
WRECKED MY STRAIGHT EIGHT
BUT THE RANGE NEW
can't get me out
It'll be too late to leave by any means
From a mythless generation
Of remakes and unrealized dreams
This fear aint my boss no more, babe
they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
This ain't the life a nigga wanted
But fuck it nigga Imma live it how it is
I swear everybody warned me
I ain't listen now I get it
Imma live it
you got to separate the person from the art
But if the arts about that person you can't pull them apart
So you better watch the choices that you're
saying???????......)
Same ol' same ol' thing baby bubba
What you say what you thought was really going on you don't know
Right right but you got caught by
it right
(C'mon man pipe down what you doing mane)
Always talking bout your hoes
But you know I'm the best man
You got her chocolate but she eat it
that my life could slowly pass me by
Never knew why had I, being paid so little,
Worked so dang hard but couldn't solve the riddle
Didn't get
Chief Keef was on the map
Now everybody from the Raq
Screaming Never Lack
That means the whole party's strapped
But most of these niggas probably cap
They
her back, disappear, artifact (skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of Mags
Twenty on me, that's my starter pack
Gettin' too much
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