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I'm done takin' it
You still gettin' shot!

Big boys with big toys and all-black whips
The Real McCoys is back to take your chips
Give it to me, all

cheese up, Imma need that brings try

cnd imma need all of the keys to the city, just to make sure that all of my people are with me
I ain't your boy, dont

Raw backwards on all you rappers

What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I'm

not legal people
I ain't need a reason
Trap OD OD
My trap needed me
I'm the trap savior
This not black label
Sat by black table
I got black angels
Seen

by: Legion Beat . Record by : Amiel Lord . Mixing by : Black James

R.I.P. Drake, my boy was a mella
Low-key, I'm a pimp, baby, I'll sell her

Steppin' on the opp, if I went to my jail
Say you want somethin', you get me

Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole

the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long

dare you try
Talking to God when I look in the sky

They wanna see me gone
In the field I'm by my lonely
I ain't even do nothing wrong
Niggas acting like

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The Roots

How I Got Over [Clean]

2010

Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas

Breakin' Old Habits

Scarface

Duets: The Final Chapter

2005

already kno' what 
It is man, its a bad boy thang man, 
Grand hustle collaboration, 
Y'all already know man, 
Boss hog was happenin' (hey) 
A town

tailors
Put the wifey in a black bent Bentayga
Judge can't exonerate, violate
Got a mansion by the lake, got a maid Consuela
I was fly even when I was

Yeah mans in the whip I'm gliding
We flying like we up in Central
When your boy get on the beat
You know I'm banging that instrumental
And we play

really want a real bi**h you could've left Chim alone
And if you think you're lonely now
Boy wait till tonight, when it ain't right
When it ain't tight,

seat
Of that Honda -we armored!
Back in the geo-quarter key was the normal
Jack a nigga if he hurtin'
Not believing in karma but
What if he armed

run it
That new watch, bitch, run it
That lil' chain, bitch, run it
Them car keys, bitch, run it
Boy, don't be no dummy
Don't you try nothin' funny

to be
Said you worried bout me
Then pray for me
But stay away from me
Cause I'm good by my lonely
Don't need nobody
Ya love was so phony
I ain't got time

What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
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Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade

National Anthem

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

called the ghetto we shout
Headin for the strip 'cause the squares ain't hip
Sell a couple keys, make the home boys trip
The president is a dope man's

was so much to see
Now how was I to know
That you’d see something shiny and leave
Black the windows out
I should have locked you up and kept the key

I got dollars on my mind
Can't afford to waste time
No one by my side, on my lonely
I stay up out the way, on my grind
Working on my waistline
Yeah,

the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging

I can't trust a soul 'less that boy really know me
You don't really know me, you hang 'round the homies
Shame in the game, no, I don't work for Sony

my shirt
Right now the color lack
Where my keys where my phone
Where my marbles last
Left my wallet in my jacket
Only time my leather fat
White shoes