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The Gilesgate Monologues
Or A Deadline Extension on the 8th Day of Creation
Or confessions of a shitboy

Lloyd Bolton, age 20
Raised on red milk
I'm

I can’t fucking Watch my kid play a game In the stand 
It gets me wonderin’ when is this gonna end / I’m thinking 10 months it’s been 2 years I think

that leads to another scenic point in their life to see
I read my lyrics with red in the cup, I can flip someone's life just by handing them a coin in

Pro Lover

Usher

Raymond V. Raymond

2010

With plenty women that's still on the fee?
And it happens that every once in a while
I go too deep then I gotta shut it down
She keep on comin' by

ima muthafuckin Goat
Money over niggas LLC
You lame broke ass hoes can't sit with me
Ima pro in the game, yea you heard of me
How to pimp these niggas?

I Got
Prove What I Got
Pro- Prove What I Got
Prove What I Got
Pro- Prove What I Got
It's a lot yeah
Grew up in Tennessee
They didn't believe in me

over
And I think it's by 48 hours later
In the boost cause it make you greater
Doing me cause I don't give
A fuck about haters

Sipping up this drink up

the land tip my hand
In a matter that's all to conveniently self serving
The only important Tales game has Lloyd Irving
Master of the mutter this ship has no

have to list off all the people thinkin'
That I won't fit in
They been doubtin' me for years
Time to show them what it is, yeah
If you don't know by now,

The boy dripping soy in

Some corduroys singing Lloyd 

Steady buying boof by the ounce 

Still kicking it on momma couch 

Musically a genius I don’t

I'm going to school
With my boys Lloyd and Johnathan, in the afternoon we back in the hood
We actually would
Whenever we could
Go to each others'

Work Magic

Young Buck

Hunger for More [Clean]

2004

I'm in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my fuckin' name
Whether the truck or train
My minds stuck on the grind
'cause

many Lloyds in your Entourage
Rap game Vinnie Chase, young Ari Gold
It's like I've been touched by the hands

El Diablo Guapo, El Diablo Guapo
Got all

songs by Trey
I heard Lloyd say
Lay it down
In to deep, I can't make it out
Ain't nobody home so when she say my name she say it loud
It wasn't my

He came from a place you can't reach
The lavishing living they can't preach
He prayed for that money like Big Meech
In that Holy Ghost Phantom walk

chain, jacked on roids
They soundin like a joke by Christopher Lloyd
Just cut the autotune let me hear your voice like

Enterin the game I'm strapped like

noise
Get a gold chain jacked on roids
They sounding like a joke by Christopher Lloyd
Just cut the autotune let me hear your voice like
Entering the game

depict in their gangsta fairy tales
Like instigators that don't start shit
I better connected than apartments multiplied by condominiums
My lyrics be that

For nearly an hour
The condemned men sat in a
Bus and watched crews
Erect their execution posts on
The quiet beachfront

White man's burden, Lloyd

Shoutout to the Wutang, DJ turn me
Up a lil bit homie
Yea oh ya'll done figure out who
It is by now right? haha
It's me young buck bitches what it do

Cant do the fake shit
Not even with the family
Cross me once
I'ma cross you off
If you touch my niece
Let them hammers go off
Got bullet by the boxes

Arnold Layne, of Pepperland, had the coolest band called The Turnip Tops; hid them from the cops
By the briar patch filled with succotash played

Arnold Layne of Pepperland had the coolest band called The Turnip Tops; hid them from the cops
By the briar patch filled with succotash played those

the flagship can we?
Everybody in the Bounty

[Chorus]
So go
Ninja, go!
And fight!
Use that flow!
And you might
Survive!

Oh looks like you're having fun
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