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This shit mad cute
Man y'all already know by now it's triple seven for life
A-R-U Good what's good gang let me talk to them
It's a hell of a time

riding on me 'cause she like dick
Look at me I'm getting lit in a bentley
Pussy don't tempt me, you can attempt me
I keep my 20 ounce empty, only my Pepsi,

Look catch me in the bay
Trynna send a package up-state
20 P's of each box wrapped
In a package and tape i ain't never lackin'
Always keep the strap

muthafucka

Let's state that if I out-rap you
It'll be extreme for you to get a trap on your fate
Let's be straight up serious and snap out of it
cnd not beef

dealer around, let's go, pound for pound
Twenty thousand for a feature, you better book me now
Bright lights out in Vegas, they got our name in the papers

I'd rather be in the yo with twenty hoes and smoke my dope

I been poppin' shit fasho everybody know it You gon' get popped too, think Ian got my blick,

See I'm from a small town, where most don't make it out
Everything got a cost, and you pay that cost by sacrifices or sometimes your life
I'm just

been payin' fourteen, but gettin' twenty-eight a piece
Make a song about some sales, niggas better mention me
Know how I play it, I go get it, I don't

Christmas
I like faces, tens, hundreds, twenties, fifties, I ain't picky
I like Keisha, I like Tarra Farrah
Cookie, Tisha, Britney
I ain't picky, come

out that diamonds just don't hit like all my milestones
I make in a year what rappers in my city sign for
Twenty-five to life and they ain't ever seen

fade into the floor, as I decay here[00:34.98]Been shackled down by this innate jeer[00:37.94]Never was I able to gear up and straight

muthafucka
Let's state that if I out-rap you
It'll be extreme for you to get a trap on your fate
Let's be straight up serious and snap out of it
And not beef

grab yo cleats get off the field
They know I still got that hunger give a fuck about a deal
Yeah
Outlaw don't abide by no rules
Havin hella paper fill my

Champion

Nas

Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded

2012

competitor elimination
I-I-I-I was taking trips with Web to move weight
Came back to Queens to hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half, like they flunk

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III

Godspeed You! Black Emperor

Slow Riot for New Zero Kanada [EP]

(At this point the interview fades whilst the music grows in intensity)

Then, before I left, I turned around and told the judge "I'm here to state

In Brooklyn

Al Stewart

Love Chronicles

1969

Brooklyn

Her house was a dusty collection of rusty
Confusion with landings and tunnels
And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and things
Where

confusion
We pace these rooms to find
That none of them have doors

When panic erupts and all hope is missing
Music plays and all we can do is listen
To this

it ain't no confusions
Everybody tote the strap
Is you gon' use it?
Shit get real in these streets and
It depend on how you moving
You could take off

Listen
I'm outta words
Look
Two thousand twenty
Was so hella dark
But ain't no matter what the odds
We still sparking
Things just got a lil' lighter

Fuckin' hoes, then we fuckin' up the dishes (dishes)
Bitch, we runnin' up digits (bitch)
The state, they label me a menace (yeah)
Lost T.Roy, I'm

pretent my heart wasnt cold   ( or to take it day by day put that gun back goes)

See i knew the choice was mine like a judge and jury
And well, see Twenty

state by state
Don't check my plate, don't check my place
Pocket watching niggas needa stay
In their own space
Pocket watching niggas need to
Worry about

in this drought I'm nearing Fort Lee 
looking for a route outta town 

The last my heart was high on this state 
I was in quite the state myself

we all can stop our own bleeding
State will always see
Wolverine as the enemy
Said professor charles Xavier
Humanity in twenty twenty three is