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Been by myself, oh Na na, na na Na, na na, na na na, na na na
You ain't no someone else, you Need to find yourself I need to Find myself, always

by Zegna, or YSL
Matchin' the Saint Laurents, I'm fly as hell
Hands in the air, the season of Nasir

(Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da)
The season

Return Of The Rucksack

Stormzy

Gang Signs & Prayer

2017

of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck back

Come to your block in my PJ's
Big dot dot for the briefcase
Bro bought me a watch for my B-day
And my

Kel goofy a ta manda diss
Ma é so maz um little kid 
Djan perdi conta di quantos di si bros
Ki sta na nha spliff
Kez big guns ta bati palmas
E balas

еu sou PJ não o ken
Se eu tiver online no game, o booyah é de quem?
Made in yellow bridge cê sabe que é gang
Passo por cima de tu, você é o trilho e eu

on a pj wit a bad bitch in my pjs playing max b on replay fuck allat he say she say I’m just tryna level up my nigga and fuck all these hoes get allah this

Electric Relaxation

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

discrete
See, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets

If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope
Let me save the little man from inside

and the Rolls (what else?)
Hold up my wrist, it got rocks, light hold (hold)
These boys are my kids, don't talk no more (shh)
I'm stuffin' dick in the back

a kid in a store full of candy
I lost myself, but now I found me
Don't need negativity around me
Got one life and I'm gonna live it
Everything I got is

da da da da
Recurring nights of online shopping
Those summer boys weren’t really into me
And I always end up traumatized
By the ones who peaked in high

Pressure turned coal
To a diamond
Catch me flyin
Through the stars
Pj vibin
Ima stay up in
The clouds
See me shining
I could get you
What you Want

much of
My as you asked for me? Well, I'm back
Da na na na na na na na na na
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in
And then I'm gonna enter in
And up under

the beat, I never heard of a bong

How we rap, Candies and Datboy, we drop bombs
I mean that, the rap sheet packed with top songs
This beat pack Miami, Da Kid

Electric Relaxation

A Tribe Called Quest

Anthology

1999

discrete
See, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets

If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope
Let me save the little man from inside

See, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets

If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope
Let me save the little man from inside

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

to war, Godbless Rita
Got shot by mistake
Niggas got knocked by them Jakes
Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch
Screams in rage niggas so thugs got pit's

Na Na Nana Na Na

Jim Jones

Pray IV Reign [Clean]

2009

live life like me or by the book?
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER

Flat line if it's red apples fallin'

the sun not around
Take me back to those long summer nights
We were just kids and it all felt right
Da na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
Said

Break the Bank

ScHoolboy Q

Break the Bank

thing, blew up before fame
Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul
Burn through my shoestring, came up from boosting
Du-rags and flatlines, drive-by

set up

Remember days eating PBJs while posted on  that block
In my PJ's getting hella paid like I'm on the clock 

The 2nd oldest of 11 kids 
8 of us

na ya, na na ya
Singin' na na na na na na, na na ya, na na ya
Said I'm out by the boardwalk
Dreaming of days I make more guap
Ain't saying nothing,

I got these feelings spinnin' like a tornado
I can hear my heartbeat playin' on and on
Blinded by the lights, demons in my mind
Now I only need

I got these feelings spinnin' like a tornado
I can hear my heartbeat playin' on and on
Blinded by the lights, demons in my mind
Now I only need