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Raekwon, Kane, Joyner yo the list goes on and on wait
Forgot Nate, Hopsin, Harlow, Logic, and Scarface
Now I don't pay much but I'm paying homage
The greats

Need a baddie next to me like Emily
No seesaw, I got highs and lows
Like Ne-Yo, so sick of them man
Talk is cheap, they wan' hate my bro
They wanna

the club, had he singing like Ne-Yo
200 On the dash, switching lanes in the Range Rove
Euro through that lane, they cant find me, call em Nemo
Demon in

your name is still engraved
I'll kiss half a dozen roses
and then leave them by your grave
Could give a fuck about the fame
You didn't love me yesterday

Nigga better watch yo back ain shit friendly bout dis street shit
B1ne tote a semi he gone buss n hit yo face wit
He dont give a fuck my youngin ready he

feeling the right guy
Them boys them for stand by
Small time money go come, I go spread you 3h
Every day you go stay fly
Nor nor I tell no lie yo nyanduu is

wanna pipe
I apologize but babygirl you ain't my type
Need a down bitch
Who gon be down to ride
Don't matter how rich she gon stay right by my side
These

more shows 

Yo, Grant's self description, a self-conscious mix of Sesame Street 
Trap rap, and a bit of futuristic, a little Rivers Cuomo and a can

wrong with me
Fucked her best friend Jenny, yo that bitch burnt me with the thrush
Had my whole fuckin' throat fucked up
At the Alameda Hospital, all toe

playlist and I'm just the one to do it
But the foolish mixed up saying I'm too Neo (NE-YO) with the music
"So Sick" when I "Buss it Baby" if you "Come

Uh

Jef P

The P Stands for pharmaceutical By the way

Shout out to D.C man
NE man
Muhfuckin city
If you gotta jay in your hand
Go head and light

a life.
Trajectoire dark où que j’aille.
Pas pour la caillasse ou la tatasse
Que j’taffe toute la night.
J’écris mon âme. Défi le sort
Pour ne pas devenir

Ah ah
François
(That's me) yea'
Ahhhh
(CouCou)
Ça va? "Ouais"
Eh
Mais non ne pleure pas
(Allez, laisse moi te montrer)

Same wench from the club 
She

I'll be home soon but am not gonna stay
I've made my bed, I've made my bed, I know where I lay
It's NE6, Heaton side, that's home mate
Yes I roam

feelings on the mic got me feeling like Ne-Yo
Excuse my pain I feel like I wasn't made the same
I make a sad song seem like every single day
I know how

the centipedes
I only walk with the centipedes

Independent
Since 2k10
Boosie mixing with the biblical
Miss me with the Ne-Yo
Gotta keep it crystal
Ballin in

the car
And when he told me it was foreign I said je ne sais quoi
But you can't really be gassed by things you see and hear in this life
International

countin the bands,
Je ne se quois just like France
Did it by the summer then I'm focused on another
I got a hoe and that's word to my mother
Eih, she giving

to spot I’m getting it litty 
I’m still with my dogs but she show me her kitty 

I stay pushing P just like I’m diddy 
Take it step by step like I’m doing

the dice
Mara ne ke feela kare ka forca
Cause it wasn't in my sight
That's when the passion jus started to leave me
The people around me jus couldn't believe

toxic.

Getting Fucked up by some hot shit.
Two William Lawson's and some hashes,
One day your car runs in the tree, crashes
Burnt into cemetery grounds

like Repo My ego big as Debo

Bitch, I'm the one like Ne-Yo, make nothin
Bitch, turnin' into somethin' Rick Ross everyday, I'm hustlin
Me and the plug

and duolingo's
I speak the lingo
If you ain't get it English
Eh yo hablo Bilingual
Whether chilling in NE or NY or NJ
The reach long like Dikembe
Outcomes depend

Everything's gon' be right yo (Uh)
Even my crew is called Ryt Path
We on course we like that no typos ungh so
We ball and we floss
Ain't worried bout nothing