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That shit is sexy to them
Counting money staying humble
I told my mama left the house
Just to go be a legend
Gotta show me love
When I hit your city

Gotta win Twice ya own people hate ya
The city make money of cases
I'm out on bond I can't let em take me
My mama died but I'm still her Lil baby
Lately,

Runaway Love

Mary J. Blige

Runaway Love

2007

go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,

the puff guy
Choppa make you run until your lungs tire out
Yeah your bitch was a flame but her fire died out
I’m up in the clouds you can’t run my route

whatever I say
Run your city, now it's mine for however long I stay
Bitch play me, well, that's my bad for ever lettin' her play
My mama prayin' for me,

Walkin’ down the street
They strut stroll O’L.A.

And when you’re out on the weekend,
Anything goes in L.A.
Busy, busy sidewalks
City, city sidewalks (4x

was ten, early adolescence
Made it out the street, god damn this shit's a blessing
Cause I could've died on my way up, yeah
Tried to bring me down but I

chirping Live 
Said early in the morning, take a long breath satisfied 
Just thankful me & my fam woke up coulda went to sleep & died 
You got it twisted I

that 10-60-1
Where anybody from my city probably be the one
Screaming out my lungs
Remember all the stupid shit we done
But we was really doing it for

Jesus of Suburbia

Green Day

Bullet in a Bible

2005

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for

Jesus of Suburbia

Green Day

American Idiot

2004

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died

Mama told me that she don’t wanna’ hurt nomo’
Grandma died, I ain’t snatch a purse nomo’
Fuck a job, I ain’t tryna work nomo’
The devil strong that’s

keep it moving till I die
Get your lighters up higher
Crime runs the city now the city's on fire
Get your lighters up high
This the revolution keep it

Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her

Corner Store

Macklemore

Gemini

2017

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher

Hunnids, they wanna run us
What do you lie for?
I don't wanna run this if this gun is up on me
Got the City On Lock coming through like tsunami
Niggas, they

All we wanted was a Rollie (Woah)
In my city, that's a trophy (Woah)
Only run into them new bags
No more running from the police (yeah)
We did it

Everywhere you go, young nigga better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with fifty
My brother died, I barely cried,

a
Name and waiting with
A bitch like try me, try me, try me, try me
And watch what the outcome is
I'm a mix between Heath Ledger and Malcolm X
Outspoken

like ben ten we
 was stuck in the nine put eight rips in his t wish h
 e was gone by seven
 if u six men it’s me and
 five guys dishing food it’s a way

POA

Future

Future

2017

Shit gettin' too specific
10 black whips I'm too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I'm too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought 'em

Yeah
Jacquees said, yeah, yeah

I'm a young, Black Maynard, mama gospel singer
Daddy dope slanger, born from the anger
Tryna work a angle, get

Sunscreen and seaside breeze
Run out the store, it's ten past four
Send a postcard
When you find what you're looking for


But I, I
Wont count down the hours

ride)
And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (but he died)
Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (let's get it)
Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly