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cause I don’t know what to look for

But I’ve learned
From my pain
I’ve gained a lot but lost the game
And if you say you’re sorry then it’s too late

I’d

a flip switch
Turn up the bitches 
Like sir mix a lot
And they with the switch
Jump on a dick
As if it's all they got
And she wishy washy wit ya
But with

Ghetto Dayz

Kurupt

Alter Ego

2006

shit
(I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)

When I was young living life on the run,
Eleven years old real life no goals,
Sneaking little sips in

Long Way To Go

Wiz Khalifa

Laugh Now, Fly Later

2017

clothes than the ones that was fly before
When it get down to paper, I'm trynna get the highest portion
Pull out the old school just so I can slide

trying to get out it/
Can’t be surrounded by cowards/
If you down to get it, then I’m down to get it, I swear that I’m really about it/
Looking for

Yeah, let me get some of this shit real quick
Address up, they put under my fingernails, tell a story, don't it?
I'm with that shit, condone it
Empty

Mix with Juice WRLD (Juice), Issa’ blacked out blur (Noose)
Drugs throughout the world (This earth), fine china sure (Yes sir)
Don’t forget Lil Yachty

doe don't be shy
I'm gonna do this until I die

From the ground to the roof you will know about it
I was like ten years old thinking I'm about it
Game

inhumane
Fuck around with Nyck react and do some shit I can't explain
I go dumb when I black out, shit feel numb like novacane
I don't get how you can

This ain't no harder than drivin a big wheel 
through a Georgia cotton field, man
This ruthless
The original game detector
Yeah
You know what I

Hooked

Snoop Dogg

Enter the Diamond Needle Dynasty

2000

D-O double G (from the DP)

Now all the bitches if you with me, come get me
I'm in room 210, don't forget to bring the gin
That's the old fashion

Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto

Snoop Dogg

Christmas on Death Row

1996

and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but

I ain't nothing but a reject 
On the 3rd by the mailbox 
Waiting on my SSD check 
Get food stamps but no cash aid
Just EBT
I could get a job I got

don't know if it's a car or Jeep
But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it 
'Cause all she know is she with Meek, this shit get deep
Shit, it get deeper

that I know
But it's too hard to leave the streets, I know it's not for me
And I'm tryna get up out the streets, I'm too old
Forgot a lot of niggas, but

no one gon pay my bail
Too many bills in the mail
Yeah I tried my best and I failed
But when I get old Imma tell that tail

Stayin on the bright side

think uncut
No need for some-editor like 20
20 vision in perfect light do
You get the picture?
I won’t stop this personal journey
While I spit sir
I ain’t

Yeah rappers swear by the book
But forget to skip the basics
I've been patient with the game
You say a lot but what you saying
You're getting hot off

Welcome to the Sensational Lounge, baby
I be DJ Sensational
C. E$co and FordOhh
C. E$co and FordOhh
Fiesta forever
Fiesta forever
It don't get better

like a pawn shop, nigga (yeah), I'm thinkin', "Why not?" (Uh-huh)
I gave my life to the game, but what do I got?
Father these niggas, how? I don't even

it's a game when they come to the bottom of the map

Hell nah, you don't know me, homie But trust me, I get to dancing in this bitch
And my girl, she

Jack the Ripper

DJ Red Alert

Beats, Rhymes & Battles, Vol. 1

2001

hotter 
Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot of 
People don't know how nice I am 
People sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man 
Like ham in

Don)
They don't want me to get foolery
Niggas be looking no puberty
I shinning like M1's new jewelry
These rappers think I do it superbly
I came in this

the competition
Boy, yeah, you puttin' in a lot of work
I already said if a nigga tryna intervene
We gon' stomp him down, put him in the dirt
Yes, sir, and don't