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heading back home when it's high tide
Don't give a fuck bout nobody outside of the circle, it's my time yeah
Playing the hand I was dealt I don't fold under

Broken
Wonder why I'm left with Heartache 
Notice I'm scarred by Fake
Nowhere to be found in the time of need, they all Late
It's a reason behind me riding

a fact, on God
I was all alone, no one was there for me
I was on my own, no one would care for me
Keep 10 toes down and my head above water when this shit

low mileage
My niggas won't fold, they so solid
He say that he 'bout it, he ain't shot it
My shooter gon' spot it and green dot it
Pop off your top,

alive
In the winter's deep
Where lovers sleep

If you're way down low
I'll try to give you a smile
If you're way down low
We'll be alone for a while
If

Dirty World

The Hot Boys

Get It How U Live!

1997

ya mouth when people ???? seein' they brains boil
Look I don't curse but in this verse nigga fuck the world

Chorus 2x

[Turk]
Niggas be wantin'

but you left me stranded
Spirit broken down left alone I was abandoned
I'm traumatized by love cause broken dreams what I've been handed
But I promise

like you wanna care today
I might miss havin' affection by me
Doesn't mean I'll fold for your Lil playdate
I can do a slippy on another slide
I just

know I’ll never fold to the death of me
Yeah, I been up for days (Days)
Tryna find my own way (Way)
They all let me down some way
Yeah they all let me

bitches gonna come wherever I go
Left
Left
Right hit a nigga wit some Piao
Bite on yo bitch like i'm Mike, I'm a psycho
Head lock a nigga grab his leg like

Girl we need to go, can't be standing here
Heard you was alone, I'll take you there
You mix me with a clone, did they treat you fair
The scent of my

Wutchoogonnado

Redman

Red Gone Wild: Thee Album

2007

Yeah, Brick City
Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla

Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel
You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil
You'll be

and a fold out choppa
And the bitch that u want in the passenger
Giggling n laugh cause she know u can't stand it see us
Make em mad make em wanna be ya
Ima

don’t know how alone I’ve been
Since you left me luvsik
You left me all alone again
Now isn’t that some bull shit
You left me so alone again
Now give it

K'Naan is a musician and poet

MOGADISHU, Somalia

ONE has to be careful about
Stories especially true ones
When a story is told the first time, it

know? We just stacking dough and we stay on go
We getting closer baby just pay it forward. Slow it down, run it back and watch it fold ten times for you

my money up up at the mall
And I trust I won’t fold
Cause I know what I know
Moving low key with my bros mismatching designer clothes
Choppers don't

these niggas piece of paper, lemme fold that
I try to put niggas on game cause they got no facts
Everybody's like an egg that just don't crack
I remember

selling
Real estate left
Behind by husbands long ago killed by
The pace and stupidity of survival
For it all there was peace in the air
And we walked about

Don't tell the informers
Chevy 16 inches ten switches
Drop top old school hold ten bitches
Fold em riches get both of them digit's
No nare nigga compare

I'm gone stack it up till I'm old
I be in the trenches with poles 12 ride by and they don't even know
Told my opps I'm with all of the smoke just hear

Distance tween us less than 10
Feet or meters, seconds left
The buzzer beater, great to meet ya, why't u tell me bout your fam
Oh u aint got one thats my

I know some people wishing I would fold
Count on my hand the niggas that had rode
Niggas ain't real they never had a code
Yeah Yeah
Live by design is

blow
I came here to shine
If you didn't now you know
I like to keep it on the low
Gulf stream with the flow
So I keep it by the coast
Hold up
I'll wait