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showmanship lack of love 
On all the nonsense surrounding us thereof 
My mind's messed up by all our make ups 
When they only lead to break ups 
Without your

To hold and offer her the world
But I can't give my heart to each and any broad
That shit made of gold
Shattered by attacks
And I can't fix it, so I pack

I put an ending to shit
I was brought up in fast life, surrounded by gangs
Dad was cheffing up those late nights, cooking for change
He told me

Check This Out!

Now I just wanna start a trend
I just wanna make you bend 
Bend your knees and
Turn from Sin and hold
On tight and never give in
Read his

eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye

near
South side baby
Chicago made me
Fear don’t phase me
I got problems bullshit on the daily
Forgot yo birthday so happy belated
I got dreams Plus

don't give a fuck
I just left yo lil bitch house
Bust 2 3 nuts I got hoes in Chicago
And Milwaukee no Bucks
I'm runnin shit, move bitch
Ya skill set aint

keep it green and lay low like cabbage patch
That don't mean that I don't mean to be a man
I'm turning off the lost art to understand
Arguments built by

the way from the Windy City
He go by the name of Phaze, Streethop Records
And introducing Ms. Monique Wilson yaw'll, give it up for her.

What if I told you

When I look at my past
I don't spaz
That's where I got my gonads
Never got to go hold hands
Had to get up and go stand
Up for myself and my plans

When I look at my past
I don't spaz
That's where I got my gonads
Never got to go hold hands
Had to get up and go stand
Up for myself and my plans

Give in to me
Hold my hand
And grip the sheets
State of shock
Huh adlib sing he he he he

She be doin blow
Act like I dont know
Give me dome while
I be

fame?
Tryin' ta give back
Tryin' ta move culture
Stand back we creatin' a bubble
Okay Ava, you're up
Surely you can reassure us
Faithful narrator, No

No Joke

Jay Rock

Follow Me Home

2011

Stocks rising, fertilizing neighbourhoods with butter, butter
Black steel, no mass, no tags--gutta, gutta
Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters

Here we go again
That's life
Ooh ooh ooh alright
Can't you see that it's raining (Hold up)
Can't you see that it's pouring
They just wanna see

Kept my breath
Left, right, left
Step-by-step
They take one soul, two souls
I lend mine next
I go

Woke up this morning mourning, feeling Mjolnir's mass

is a shoe, I can't tie my laces, I'm tripping.

I'm tripping up but falling down. I don't forget the feeling, see the ceiling from the ground. And I

media, you preachin' to the choir
I was summoned by the greats, I'm here to force you to retire
I am not a preacher, I am not a teacher
I require only

you, no haps dude

Back up like gas we pass my tongue lash

Upon you wack math no mass but too bad for you

Three two one nigga never knew ya

Straight

Cold Summer

Krept & Konan

7 Days

2017

within ourselves
They don't even need to kill us now
They just give us the guns and we kill ourselves
I know a lot can't relate can't understand
But

F*@k You Lucy

Atmosphere

God Loves Ugly

2002

as a friend
I can't figure out why I'd give a damn to what she wants
I don't understand the now before the then

Most of this garbage I write
That these

on his jersey-
Mikes, prefer my Mics without Ikes
Lysol wipes, on me before I views my likes
There's like ten, hold up I thought my clout was better than

don't you be surprised, if all my music shit is quotable
Feel I'll be admired 'cause my rhyming shit is goatable
I'm lit, but I ain't smokable
Aye, get up

clack
Cuz I don't give a fuck about a fucking hater
Bout to hit this bank job and get this fed paper
Hold up wait a minute look up at the clock
Hurry up