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and need somebody by your side
You been beating on your self and want someone to ask you why
Good God, I cannot cry, well I can but I won't
This a mask that

somebody by your side
You been beating on yourself and want someone to ask you why
Good god, I cannot cry, well I can but I won't
This a mask that I've been

bi***** is poppin them bars

Put myself on when I rode by myself things out for a showdown/But I had to ghost ride the whip with the grip cause the window

Sunday
The sun was still streaming
Over your hair as I lay by you
When I watched your eyes
Reflect the liquid light
I lay wondering if this is too good

chips like I need my Doritos (yeah)
I'm out in Cali I'm probably with three hoes
I'm by myself but I feel like the Migos
She want tequila we off

Ain't 2 Be Played Wit

Mia X

Unlady Like

1997

to issue the pain
And distribute some cocaine
Can you fuck man, nah nah
I'm known for loosen' brains
Bitch you think that I'm playin'
Go to war by myself

games, mind frames, trapped within the ice age
I’ll try to change my fate by overwriting all of my mistakes
Don’t try to save my life you’ll only wind up

by chance
And I fling my poo

Ay I'm a retard (yay) i can't tie my shoe
I rely on you to keep me alive
(I got mail, yay)

I'm a child, bro
I just found

grinding till it's mine
Get it by myself I never had a co-sign
But I gotta chase that bag
You know how it is
She want LV
Gucci on the rack wit a set of Tim's

moving real fast make you look like a snail
Must have seen a ghost
Cause you lookin' real pale
I pulled up to your house
Like we come in the mail
Cappin'

clueless
Come to find out my hood's in ruins
Askin myself what are you really doin
Talkin to the homie but I wonder if he's listenin
I don't know got to make

me when you by yourself
I'm gon' make that pussy melt, fuck what else would you expect, had to do this by myself

Glock right by my Gucci belt, fuck

illuminati wanna take me off

I go by take risk, i don't t stay down, wanted the latest guess im found, back to basics give myself a crown, you can do good

Dead Bitch

Brotha Lynch Hung

Mannibalector

2013

an I think I got sickle cell
Anyway, got to stay focus, got make sure this bitch gon smell
I'mma cut the head off, send it to myself in the mail

of jewels
You ain't stop to think about it you just making your move
You gone let ya head get gassed up by your crew
Your daddy always told you lead never

SHE SAID ""WELCOME TO RODEO""

Now we ride fast, cuz I want to be far away from you
That cene stay in my mind, asking myself did you do?
I cant believe

me and not just read me
For real, that's some real shit right there
I rather love you than trust you cause, that trust gonna get you killed first
All

a minute to myself you don't feel my grief
I just lost my best head giver and she don't use no teeth
I can't see you fake niggas through these Cartiers

I'm a Fool

Soulja Slim

The Streets Made Me

2001

only a handful of soldiers by my side,
rest of my so called niggas was jive
but I ain't gonna say no names, 'cause they know who they be
so if you

switched on my niggas thats some hoe shit
Golden rule is keep yo mouth shut if you don't know shit, bitch

I'm in the building
And I'm feeling myself
Got

Late to the banquet 
It's all for the show 
cy 

Moss on the paint 
cll for the show 
Ey

Grace in a maze hey
cll for the show




cll by myself 
This

and bring the mail
I'm passing the time by reading
She way from Florida but mailing pictures out to me
I was thankful in that time of need
No more than

shootin' at arteries and odds we hit your chest
Bro be on food stamps but he still trap and wear baguettes
I'm rich by myself but on my taxes I'm in debt
I

sell my soul I know myself I know my worth
Ain't no puppets here no puppeteers around my turf
You could search the earth
Nobody thorough as I am
Do