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no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh

Mary's Boy Child / Oh My Lord

Boney M.

Happy Christmas

1981

evermore, because of Christmas Day
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day

While shepherds watch their flocks by night
They see a bright

cappin' out
Faded with the homies, I think we done smoked 'bout half an ounce
We ain't ever stingy, keep that doobie in rotation
Soak up all the vibes,

(A lot)
Every loss I'm just picking it up (Up)
Ima boss who made tees to reality, funding my raps, so lil boy what's the cost
'Member blockbuster DVDs

down
Studying my waves all I do is surf
Riding my heights all for better or worse
Grab my board, cc me boy for reaching out
Pack my bags and I'm out

It's 5 o'clock - a lonely night
And I just remember we were side by side
I made mistakes, you went away
Now I know the words I didn't say

How can I fall

rise, I'm going lower
I could love you infinite times, before it's over
Keep it out of sight out of mind never reply to lies, la-ha-haa-ha
I can't explain

I'm going out to get fucked up
Pretty boy, blood star
Blue blood, black body bag
I'm a skinzoid anemic
A murdered timeline
Lay it down into the soil

in shows
And I’m a fly nigga, might step out in a robe
Niggas know how I come through like Hov
Like BIG and I see y’all on that DVD
I’m on MTV, 'cause

some kids tryna make it out
Eight niggas in a little room with the music loud
At the edge of summer pushing fall bitch
Twenty Seventeen august
Dropped up

nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no

Acorns fall and roll away
School kids sift and sort and trade 
Green turns brown and shades of golden
Autumn mornings out collecting

I'm still whiling out, guess I gotta pray for the switch

Sun on me
Golden with a crown on me
Raining on my enemies, because they dead to me
They wasn't

boy Martin Lawrence
Drank got me slow like a tortoise
We got the smoke by the forest
Run in your spot like Forrest Gump
Bitch I pop it off
Like what you

to be my little golden boy
I told him boy
Now super silver is the gold for the older boys

It's the the gold for the older boys
Yeah silver is the gold

clutch
Cause I got Jordan touch
I'm more than tough
Still I might retire
Like I'm Andrew luck
The golden child
Shooting from the line
That boy he known

I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting

Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down

all the time
So I go up out my way
Back to winning by design
Done a lot of things to stay sane
Shoot my shot that stay drained
Blood red Rari yea that's

queen
We don't take a cab, cause we walk the path
Always playing with you like dvd
That's my queen
Now girl I wrote this song
Inspired by the love we

been a golden boy but this rapping just a hobby
Fuck your fasad, I'm God and all I do is sing
I need to take off
I need it right now
Don't need to speak

dont think you wanna be the one get out the way,
Ima do it by myself team of me roscoe J,
I know ima pay at the end out the gate,
Ima take what he give

take off them twenties and put them big 23's on

Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them

khakis I’m locced out
Got naked hoes in a dope house
Put them hoes on a DVD
Show them hoes what this 'pimp bout
I’m pill poppin’ feds is watchin’
I hopped

Golden Mic

Aceyalone

Cater to the DJ

1999

Yeeees, man
But I'm not a yes-man
Who am I?

I'm that nigga with the golden mic, I hold it tight
When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin