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off, like Tracy McGrady yes I'm a rocket
Everybody counting down and I ain't talking one oh six
I'm talking bout Fitted Boyz running shit in 2010

touch down 
She said I'm to much how
Do you know my naaaaaaaaaameee?

4 doors down I'm stressin out on love 
I don't know how I got in this club 
Pocket

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

(Woop woop)
It’s the police, freeze
Please get down your knees
Nigga
All that I see on the screen
Violence and brutality
It’s world war 3 in these

Lesley

Ruelle

Psychodrama

2019

there was more to the story than that
'Cause she plays things down but according to that
He went missing one day in the morning he ran
She's doing

body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street

the mother fucking 
Dirt dirt dirt
Got your baby mama in her feelings
Hurt hurt hurt
Live and learnt my donny you live and 
Learn learn learn

Never been one

to see you fall down like The London Bridge
Same song sung by a bunch of kids, can I live?
Tabloids watching which crib
Competition and the bitches got

Im on a misson with Kaf and london
All of a sudden got locked in the cells
Did do well, in my city they call me assassin
Let's talk about trails talk

it, bitch, if you see me in
I got three different traps and a CPN
Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN
I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win

Mic check, one, two, three
Dumb bitch why the fuck you put your trust in me?
To trust a g, its just like if you trust bad weed
Or trust a judge that

the same hood
Uh
But that ain't shade lil bruh (Shade lil bruh)
Uh (Uh)
You just live dangerous (Us)
We called it three times (Three times)
Now me and my

man gonna get done up
By a fucking producer?
Touch down in a TT
Them man be soft too sweetie
Don't talk to me nah too greasy
See your girl she's getting

a plan for the night that's in store
How many man can I list on the door
Triple A's in case we wanna explore
Bring your plus ones plus one or two more
3

high rise with a botch bitch
Standing by the door selling weed with a chopstick
Nigga trying to talk about the people but ain't got shit
Caught up in

Down for the Count

Xzibit

Reflection Eternal

2000

One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old

And the lorry ran over the sandals, begob

I was hungry and thirsty and felt a bit down
I went in for a little libation
I'd five pints of porter
Three Jimmies for

Basically I'm one-two-three, yeah, basically I'm done
We were flexin' on them haters, in the morning, there ain't none
I got silver spoon

of order nigga you try me and get tortured
We got heat like we in Florida I'm a real nigga supporter

I live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga

furniture in the apartment
Neighbours knocking on door, shes too embarrassed to say pardon
Im a sitting duck, its bad, it'll be all-good
Till she spoke ill

spinning
I've been tripping since like 3am, I'm still winning
Am I still winning? Yeah
Am I still winning? I got my foot in the door, bitch
I put my foot in

you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya

a parashoot 
If they drop me for being plain (plane)I’m landing safe in the booth 
Only GOD can judge I guess we know where court is 
When I die ill be heading

and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate