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shrimp
Lil nigga don't play with him
That draco that 40 it stay by him

No I'm not going out sad ok
I'm running up that bag ok
I'm gone make sure we ok

the streets calling names bitch
Why you do me out bad, do me so sad
Need a big bag, bitch
She gon come right back, lemme pipe that
Yeah I hit that shit
Baby

your bitch to my sneaky link
I see X pills in my dreams
I'm so high, bitch I can't think
Told that bitch, she for the streets
These niggas going out sad

they busted, discussing
They can't be trusted
All these thots act like they
In love with me, ayy
My house so big, fuck a street, ayy
(Fuck a street)

I

or no size
See me, I graduated these streets in 05
Still live and die by these rules, you know why?

This ain't nothin' new, this ain't nothin' new

I walk down the street people passing me by
They look you up and down
But they don't look you in the eye
I'm just another stranger in my own hometown

There was once a love that left me blue
There was once a love I wish I never knew
But I'm getting stronger every day
So blow those clouds away
Away,

the bedroom 
Man in these streets

Bbb beast in the bedreeom 
Man in the streets 

Bae beast in the bedroom 
Man in these streets

My baby he love me 
He eats

smash then I pass
You be cuffing on these hoes simping out looking sad
Yeah I heard you went broke damn boy you down bad
Tables turned quick on ya now

Born To Die

Lana Del Rey

Born to Die

2012

take
But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone

Medley: Please, Please, Please/You've Got the Power/I Found Someone

James Brown

Live at the Apollo

1963

it happen this way?
Someone has taken my place
Girl, want to share my embrace
Why do you do me like you do
You made me love you but I feel so sad
You

I was blowing all these bands for no reason
Had a run in with the law But I beat it
She lemme Billy Jean it (Beat it like I love her)
I spend racks

Somehow my love is sliding away from me
I didn't see this, falling apart it seems
I ain't no victim, won't walk a one way street
I'll take my chances

sad im on to anotha
Fucking on yo mother 
Then i kicked yo lil brother 
Gosha by the ounce bitch keep it under cover
Imma motherfucking fighter so i

Windows of the car are as dark as my eyes
Guided through the road by the rays of street lights
Often coughing to my coffin
I've forgotten how

alright
Through the hard times
They know

They was sceamin on the low 
And It's alright
Cuz we just want the bands
And it's alright
And my nigga just died

ain’t no more I could say
Sh*t sad, n*ggas die every day
Street code, never talk to the jakes
Beast mode, I put bands in a safe

N*ggas hate but their

whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write
It's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team
That be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's
I

a little bit bent

By which I mean crooked

Criminal, sometimes sorta like a animal

Theiving, leaving greiving women and

Matter of factly

Also for a while

whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write
It's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team
That be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's
I

My father´s fears like a rolling train through my humble youth
Trying to understand how his loss was put to use
I watched him grow old and sad in

All these feelings that I got I probably put in a song

All these years rapping I been really tryna get on
We done cashed out bands I'm tryna get

to the street
Opportunities missed
Ex
Bitch
Gone
Who's next
Prayers go to God that she come with better neck
Her
Me
Runnin' up the bands
Flying cross the globe

All right now, now listen
Little girl walkin' down the street
She gotta subway smile & a heart in heat
Say I'll work it for you daddy
(Work it for