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I'm in this bitch posted up by the store
Got a Glock on my hip better duck when I blow
Mama was on my ass had to scrape a bag
Had to get this shit

Internet Going Nutz

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

the chat room, my conversation is goin' down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin' nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers

on my neck, I need a snorkel (Troppy)
These features on my face, it make her double take (Who that?)
I'm not a regular Joe, bitch, I'm from G.I., right by

want pussy money power
And I want it by today
I just took a couple hits
Got me feeling like I’m drake
She put the beat up in my lap
Got me feeling like

I’m on the first
I mean, I’m the nigga, make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t

bout' what niggas say bout' me I know they won't play by me
I'm in my feelings baby would you stay by me and my demons they lay by me
This shit get

satellites in limousines 
I'm on my malcom got that rifle that's by any means 
You know momma raised a solider and I'm ready for it 
I Got my lingo from

I take my muthafuckin poison mix it with the flow
I inject it to the piano and the rhythm makes it glow
Take the venom out the brain and I put it

passed down to me
We put our glasses to the sky, cause we made it out
When you see me ride by, I'm in a glass house
Tell my momma her lil boy be the man

of my niggas 
They bosses if can't relate then you cannot see the plan I get dat bagg on tha regular 
I'm makin plays off a cellular. I met that hoe she

XXX.

U2

DAMN.

2017

be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my momma
Touch my sister,

on a shirt momma miss you
I just brought all these guns boy I wish you
Would try a nigga fist fights I don be there
My tooth chip for a reason walking out

and let it sink like it’s leaking out the faucet
A pound of this might mix up that cheese for my broccoli
Nigga this shit toxic
Renegade boy I know ya been

Sitting in my room with the TV on let the light glow
Ain't sleeping much so I think and such on the regular, that's the night flow 
I get so lost in

Oh- oo- oh
I need to know
Baby if I be myself
Will you judge me
When time passes by
Baby will you still love me

She hit up my line and she tell me

My mind is on the other side of the blue sky where the birds don't fly

My eyes is on the horizon green and blue planet won't die 

Its only us with

elbow in like we Vince Carter
We swerved our bikes like Trae tha Truth
This way before Desiigner
When leg would slip off peg and I'd show Momma my new

pretenders
Momma she raised up a show off, promise I'm really that nigga
I be too high for the filler pour up a deuce to the sky
Put weight on my liver
I been

no grit
And everybody want them a switch With a regular gun you'll miss
Probably hit a civilian shit
My advice is just stay out the mix
Surviving

less gray
You know I be slapping them crispy samples into Ultrabeat
My drums go cray
Fuck a regular hi-hat
We be rolling hard with them mouse clicks
I

I’m really broke now
Any day I’m bout to blow up you can hear it in my sound
That’s Josito on the boards and then I mix it drop it now
Most the things I

came 
And when everything gone 
I remained by myself 
Niggas ran home to they momma for some help 
Left me on my line but I’m growing so I don’t care

didn't wanna see us find the diviners
So now we hit the vines up day and night
On the regular, I know my momma prayin' like
She want me reach my aims in

Low Down Dirty

Eminem

The Slim Shady EP

1997

neck? It's self inflicted
Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, molested myself and got convicted
Wearing visors, sunglasses