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lass from Bradford
I have a soft spot in my heart for broken things and bastards
Gonna give y'all something pure, incorruptible, everlasting
My first

Lie
It's all a lie
I'm not that confident guy
Carrying filthy swagger
Around in my jeans
I don't even wear jeans
What I say is never what I mean
This

it but I got some bands
I keep me a g like I don't really need it
I fuck with my shawty she know she conceited
Yeah

I wake up and look at the man in

and prod
Oh my god, get fried on hobs
Blood on my clean white jeans
So man curse from my washed out gob
Clock that my team look mean
Tats on face and stink

Friend, Lover, Sister, Mother/Wife

Prince

Emancipation

1996

just want to die)
(I just want to break down and die, die, die, die)
How I'd ever make it by (I don't know) without you, baby (without you, baby) 
I

258
You gotta feel us
This is for the city
Man I know they gonna feel us
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I think they feel us
Pretty women round here
Yeah, I know they feel us

sing the truth in my lyrics like 2pac, Yea (Lets Go!)
Hold Him for ransom like come get your boo back
I'm-ma get rich get my momma a new jag 
I know they

auntie too

Bro got a body count like Mad Max, bag back
Cash ninety thirties from the earners
Off my ass cap
I could tell by yo' jeans that yo' ass cap

Keep a stick just like a hockey team

Rolex on my wrist
I make them sick
I know they hate on me
I'ma flex the bag and bag your bitches just to 8 in me

Bag full of trees, lungs full of debris
Creased Forces on my feet, got kief all on my jeans
Pull up to the street, and we acting so damn geeked
All

Niggas understand all my words
Cuz' I don't mumble em'
Catch up with your mans
Fore' I tour cuz' we gon' fuck again
Bout' to bring some bands on the bus

My Friend

Jimi Hendrix

First Rays of the New Rising Sun [LP]

1997

you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in

crazy
I'm in LA off the gas, sorry I'm feeling too lazy
I know that girl gotta man, she in my room to escape
Say that its smoke Imma turn em to vape
Im in

is so complex
I see you on my feed
I know you're what I need
Need you to be my prettiest flex
And I want you by my side
This pressure gone be applied

I'm a ice out my gang baby
I'm a stand on all ten no they can't bust my brain baby
Momma gone never coming home man that's all a nigga know
These

stress when they press the metal to my neck
I’m gold little boy the medal on my neck
Deflower women I got a meadow in my bed

Taking steps to do right by

and wait for you to do right by me
Oh, I don't want to I don't want to
But what I'm gone do
What I'm gone do
Imma alkaline my heart and soul and mind too!

smokin' on indica (mmm)
Fox on me like Vivica (mmm)
I pray for before meals, spiritual
Rackies by the big face (yeah)
They want my spot, they wanna

sad to say
That's what happens when you see it through a wider lens
I need my money by Monday I need to ride a Benz
Do they have any trust I guess it

Excuse my French, I'm rich as fuck
Excuse my French, this bitch bad
Excuse my French (ayy, yo' pussy good)
Excuse my French (man, that shit trash)

I met this bad ass bitch and she gonna let me fuck
She been searchin through my jeans im like "baby what is u-u-up?"

I met this bad ass bitch and we

My President

Nas

The Recession

2008

this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me

where I ain't mentally fried
I lost my best friend that was there by my side
And now we went our separate ways you know part of me died yea
When they ask

rollin on yo bitch ass
Man fuck these pussy ass niggas man
Turn this shit off man
I ain't gon even waste my time speakin bout these weak ass niggas man