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excuse me

My life is amazing you can pay attention, but you gotta know I don't got change
I do lot of things that they don't
or they never would do, even

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

I miss you, don't wanna sit in silence I miss you, don't wanna sit in silence
Silence, oh, oh, no, no Oh, oh, oh, no
Lately sittin' in silence cause

II. Earth: The Oldest Computer [The Last Night]

Childish Gambino

Because the Internet

2013

See now I don't wanna see an era, an era, an era
See now I just wanna live forever, and ever
Maybe it's the last night
Maybe it's the last night

Ghetto

The-Dream

1977

2011

that old thing back
That "mm-hmm, gimme some"
Rocket shit, that rocket ship don't stop til I'm done

[Chorus]

She want that
Real nigga

motherfuckin' kids
We just some motherfuckin' kids

We love and miss you, Mac
For those of y'all who don't know man
Mac is the whole reason that I started
Doing

I miss you, I don't want to sit in silence with you
I miss you, I don't want to sit in silence, silence
Trapped, never thought it'd be a thing I

motherfuckers in my circle i really don't need any
Fake ass hoes and bros in my life cause you know they hardly
Ever was good anyway and deep down you know that

Drama

Ghostface Killah

Apollo Kids

2010

punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise

just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick

(cops)

See the thing I miss about hip hop the most was the storytelling
That B.I.g. Shit, that nas shit, that Slick Rick shit
That Tribe Called Quest

grind if you don’t
I’m leaving for the next weekend
Hey, the next evening, I’ll be here emceeing
I’ll be here doing the thing
Everybody knows I’ve got

The girls I get big leagues if you shoot your shot you’ll miss

I’m just Keeping it one hunnid randy Johnson with the pitch

Got the starter jacket and I rock

(we doin' our thing Miss Johnson) 
Shit, shit, but yeah
The money, yeah I launder it, I deserve me a monument
The judges exonerate me, the D.A. be in

a rhinoceros for me, Jair Messias. Oh, I like that name. Hasnt he got a lovely name, dont you think? Yes, he has. The music is as always performed by the one man

noon
Now I haven't seen you since I don't know when

And I miss my friends I wanna see them again
Do the things that we used to
I miss my friends I wanna

Po po po po po po
Fuck the police, they been on my ass
Cause I’m black and I’m so rich
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
Or getting bread
They wanna

wake me up
Suck my dick on my way up
They come get a cut, they think I'm a barber
Suck my dick on my way up
They want a piece of the pie, all they wanna

cause I don't go by the book
Nigga disrespect me, then that boy get cooked
Nineteen in this bitch, but I'm thinkin' like a vet
We call your bitch 2K,

Get 'Em

Redman

Red Gone Wild: Thee Album

2007

wrong, strong arm
If I don't get (Chips) like Ponch and John
You get slapped like Dee Barnes
(Doctor), not Dre
And eating - but, I'm after the entree!
My

what was not prescription
Screaming I don't wanna live no more
Is it cries for attention? No, I'm really needing help
I've been pushing to the limits

goodbye
I don't wanna miss you
I don't wanna say goodbye to my life
I don't wanna miss you
I don't wanna say goodbye to my life
I understand that somethings

it I ain’t taking again
Cuh these broke youths really wanna war in the ends
Don’t talk or pretend
When I walk with the pen
Have em looking at you like

score like that
Forty city shit, I could tour like that
Rap money turn it into trap
Shoot 'Em Up Gang, I be into that
Drive-by Gang, I be into that
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