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1st of all shoutout to all the over looking
I'm a Bronx boy some get me confused wit Brooklyn (BX baby)
He gon bring his city wit em baby pay

the universe.
Baba God oshe.,she,
Oshe Baba
Oshe,oshe Baba.

Darty boy thangz looking fly by the night.
 Deep in my taught I went stress,
I want lie, quarantine

to stop
Hop out on his block, oh with the stick or a Glock
Don't matter somebody get shot

We looking for opps
We behind 23 by the drought
We spending

the ruse
Of stability, at least until he leaves for school
There he's always getting bullied by those who's deemed as cool
Rarely a clown, yet even teachers

Bright lights big screen 
Roll through my city and it feels like a dream 
And I'm going in on any beat I'm on man
This is my moment
I'm looking for

the money I don't comprehend
Compensation over conversation divid ends
Sink or swim, by any means for them Benjamins
What's hotter than the krrr sound coming

You Rolling Loud?
Ya
I'm Rolling Loud
Yes I am
Smoked out
Ya
Bill another
Puff puff pass
To the gang
Ya
Elevated
Just maintain
In the clouds
Ya
I'm

i'm chilling by the statue
The energy you bring i match you
I'm in the mood for a tattoo
I'm sorry but i got some bad news
My attraction to you is

Every single second I go hard for my city
Fuck around and make me a star in a city
I'm the man with a plan spitting bars in my city

I feel like

Red Chip Funk

Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin

Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton

Produced by Rabid City Records

(C)

I'm too much of a dog to be owned by any business
Longevity for my children my family gotta be in it
And I rule the world own it all like Illmatic

And that bitch, she wanna do it again
And I'm looking through her lies like a lens
She attracted to the bills, yea the tens
Let me be your Spidey,

That Candy Paint

E-40

Revenue Retrievin': Graveyard Shift

2011

challenged, got candy paint on my Harley
Bike and truck, jet ski's boats and old school Cut'
Looking for a top shelf not know
That candy paint, gotta go can't

towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money

the money, so the bills looking funny
Had to get dough just to stay afloat
And I don't need no hand clap, I don't need a scream
'Cause I was getting mine nigga

write
Expecting more from you because I know there's more to this life
Enjoy your time for the night

Inspiration harder to come by
In the city outside

Looking over my shoulder
Popping the pills
Looking for juicy thrills
No big deal
Freedom or jail
Homeboys always skilled
Clone toys front the bill
Blue

I'm out here looking for revenge
Play fell thru' so I took another chance yeah
A bitch will tell you that you better watch yo' friends yeah
I'm here

hesitant on where to go
Got to keep control
I been looking for you

I been in the city I been looking for you
Posted through the tinted i been looking for

used go by bus
Now my whip looking like a fucking enterprise
Everyday we celebrating
So much hoes, that’s amazing
But i don’t do it for a plastic boobies

directed to
By a Police Officer or MTA crew member
Have a safe day, thank you for riding with us
The struggle never ends
Hello everyone
The New York City

Knives Of New Orleans

Eric Church

Mr. Misunderstood

2015

And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans

I'm a ghost dodging bullets
In all of these alleys
Just looking for

And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans

I'm a ghost dodging bullets
In all of these alleys
Just looking for

The poor remain in poverty, through years oppressed by industry
And this stress is killing me intensity, just looking for stability
But in this economy, do