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looking boy but y'all know em by zaid
My other brother we fell out yea my big hitta Blake
But we some men we made amends
I got my friends who we against
My

fingers catching air air air

Hey they want attention don't got it
Proceeded to calling me toxic
Probably tripping and obviously coughing
It happens when

being led to the captain's office
I was still just trying to figure out what I
Was about to go through i got lost in
The thought of how each step that I

system
Got us constipated jammed up rights token da motherland they still
Looting 12 killing us they still overlookin hands up no struggle I comply
Mama I

he's got
For a Party card in
America - except for tiny pockets
Of privation which still
Persist - Khrushchev has as much
Chance of succeeding as he
Has

they got to die
Smoking on my cig
Just to get it by
Now I got to hide 
All thee pain inside
Jumping in my hip 
Cause hell has been a ride

Wasting Time

If I got to move then you got to move
They standing too close up on me
They pointing the finger they trying to accuse
But I ain’t the one for talking

explode your game

Blake be hard when I spray the bar
Jump on the mic
Get strung like a bass guitar
Chase the art till I make my mark
While the crews chop

jump 
Yeah ya still got it

Call me little Roger Wilco 
They know he'll go up the hill
Just to poke Jill bro
Still show everywhere I go love yo
Sticky

fame and the riches
There’s still a pain that’s existent, how he’s stained by sadistic
Episodes of beatings that he used to endure
Some laugh at him,

can tell who it is by the plates (Its your boi)
Down to my last drop in the tank
But I’m on my way
And I didn’t know it got so late
I'mma hit the gas

Movin' Bass

Jay-Z

Hood Billionaire [Deluxe Version]

2014

what that dollar bill
Only one man got the combination to the safe
Grammy nominated once but I'm still movin' base

See them plaques on a nigga wall

spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now

fine but your eyes give you away

I saw you crouchin' over there by the pot
Mary saw you too, Ms. Jane in the frock
And by the rad you burnt your lip

being patient
I’m tired of feeling complacent
I’m tired but I’m still the greatest
Niggas I know ain't winnin tha lottery
And if they got all that money

early
Turnup swerving and he don't got a learners
365 days in a year and these niggas still broke tell me whats your purpose
Im tryna get me a place by

follow rules
Still bumping oldies like a Sunday cruise

This is what we do, get high, get drunk
Twistin one up, Middle fingers, give no fucks
Foos always

Only nigga trappin' in khakis the mathlete I know how much I'm at exactly
Got my fingers in all types of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I

muh'fuckin nightmare
Boy you wouldn't last a night here (Never)
Holy war is on sight here (Forever)
Still purge when the night clear
No privilege being white

got a heart made of gold
They rap about mansions
But I can tell by their clothes
That's a lie
And they probably are still living at home
Whoa, bro, oh,

pushing
Nigga
This the story of my life
My middle fingers to the sky
While I scream
Fuck the world
I’m still pushing
This the story of my life
Ain’t nobody

on scene, I was 15, I had dreams up in this shit
Years go by, wondering why
Cause the mindstate split
Still up on my shit but see I trip a little bit just

wouldn't like it, then they fight
I go staying up, be talking, go to sleep, then be awake

Should've listen if I wasn't super caught up, nigga Blake
Warning

sound cool
But how we gon’ progress if we ain’t got the tools
A wise man said it’s either the needle or the bullet
Either way you look at it they still