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I'd like to thank everybody
For coming out tonight
I'd like to share with you
My celebrity scenarios
I promise I won't tell baby girl
I can hold

She want to get on it
I tell her I'm on one
Said we could have a baby, baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?

To my

pieces saying life is a puzzle 
Seen my people sitting by the television station 
Waiting on the lottery numbers to save them from hustling 
Gunshots

You can tell em that you hurt or you sick
N they don't give a shit
They ask one question
When you coming back in?
N when you do they want obituary

don’t got the time to tell these motherfuckers what I think of ‘em 
I make it OD from the no seats to nosebleeds 
And proceeds keep my pro’ team

With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we

Forever Ill

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy

, 
Or i hop in the coupe and take off the brains for em,
Tell the boys to back up,
I’m wit the gang and you know that they all strapped up,
He talkin

and my diamonds blue
Keep a dime chick like 5 times 2
I be killin these haters when
I slide by through
Like a drive by do in a sky dive coop
Flyin,

Yeah
DYYNVMIC Y Y
Had to take my belt off
And whip the whole game
Had’em take the top off
Just to show’em I ain’t playing
Try to see the vision
You

pressured by them T boys
318 baby Taye, not from the sip I'm from the T boy
Ain't have to be a gangsta to put my Lockett on the streets boy

I know I'ma

Ghetto Symphony

Gunplay

Long.Live.A$AP [Deluxe Edition]

2013

is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holla at a nigga G
Riding on my

boy
You is not this
I tell em' smoke some
Weed with a motherfucking
Hot bitch
If you got some ass
Then babygirl better drop it
If you got some cash
Then

Story to Tell

Ja Rule

Belly

1998

I'm goin to hell
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh
Listen up I got a story to tell

Listen up I got a story to tell

Shit,

would know who robbin them
Wifey grabs his arm and tell him baby we gotta speak
Im rising at my job baby this aint the way we gotta eat
Take the rest

how its told, tell em it's us
We hit them lows, home deep it up
Build this by hand, brick by brick
Tell on my mans, when hair get picked
Nothin' more

Better get it right we ain't fly by night 
Here to stay
I ain't got no gripe & I rep my side 
Tell 'em baby
Yeah I'm feelin right this is more than hype

dirt
And I'ma make 'em recognize your worth
Through the words of my work
To the children reared in the gutters
By single mothers
This might kill your big

tryna get no job and have a boss or go to college
So I did it way my own way I get money when I want it
I came in like oh boy
Beat was made by oh boy

a task ya I'm gonna pass, ya by no means a failure
Imma procrastinator
Ready willing and able
Get job I don't, not that I won't, but right now unavailable

Episode 7: Bridge Boys

Method Man

Meth Lab II: The Lithium

2018

would not, no reward
Class by myself but I am not no schoolboy
I'm not a momma's boy but I am my momma's boy
For her, I would gladly go nuts, that's my

town
I be fucking shit up in my old home town
If they moving kind of sus, I got to put 'em in the pound
And boy, I'm running out of gas, I got to pick

Look here,
I was at hole side supporting my cousin while he DJ,
Chilling in corner peeping out the grown men's child's play,
Boys walking in and out

Start fillin my lungs

Couple KitKats
And a Reeces yeah
Surrounded by snow
And it's knee-deep oh
CDs bumpin in the Camry
Found a rare candy
In the Safari