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wit em
Now I'm back in like back to back trucks with the truck stuff glistening
God's property that lucked up sinning but what's sin really
Every man

It is what it is fuck it imma let it be
In the hotel room stealing all Amenities
Knock the bitch after we fuck she won't remember me
Pack so loud I

fuck on yo hoe
Niggas a jack you out yo shit just cus they want yo clothes
It’s crazy what niggas a do just fa a bankroll 
Niggas a hit ya wit dat heata

was thinking to myself like why the real niggas die 
So pay attention
Nigga listen 
If you not real better stay up out my mentions
But I was raised by

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know that it's half past two
또 편한 옷차림의 mood
I just wanna be by you, by you, yeah
By you, by you
내가 어울려 네 옆엔
Like

tryna figure out how to make you mine
Want you by my side don't wanna see you cry
Aye and I can get a lil toxic
Let a nigga play wit you im outside imma

Hip Hop

Royce da 5'9"

Death Is Certain

2004

Hip hop! is everything around you
("No competition")
Back to the voice, of today
("It's real in the field)
What's realer than, hip hop! (yeah)
I

should've took birth control
Riding wit the gang while we sliding wit, polls
Delete your bitch ass, like a ig, post
Man we getting back
Roll your bitch ass up

SALTS

CAMP FIRE
RETIRE NON SMOKERS
BURNING GINSENG
WORD PLAY LIKE A SPELL WORKER
WE BE IN DA ROOTS
TIL THE GROUND WORK UP
SURROUNDED BY HEAT LIKE COAL

that thang tucked
Simon we laced up
Don't forget you kickin it wit J-Dubb we up in the muck if you comin up
Watch out bout to get stuck, laced up

and a bunch of hands
It Used to be me and v with a bunch of plans
Now it’s just me and me wit a bunch a fam
Tree Gang growin' like we a bunch of plants
Haters

don't matter?
You chase the wind and you don't want it
Got to the top of a 2 foot ladder
What's after I can capture all this mess my heart was after?
Will

won't bust a move
Cause they know who we are
Cold steppa top shotta don da da
Ain't clearing shit up if they said I said it Nigga what up
Cold steppa top

Stop wastin' time
But your time is up imma take what's mine
Up until now everything been a sign, she was fuckin' wit me but not worthy to wife
I can

that dirt on my name for what
Tell me ya love me you lyin for what
Back wit the dogs and they turning me up
You causing a scene girl you do it for what

, bitches always on my nuts
G'd Up, squad up, bitches always on my nuts
G'd Up, squad up
G'd Up, squad up, what the fuck you think this was
Girl that arch gon

Louis lockets, matching glocks wit beams
And ima make it true, cause baby I know ya worth
And every time I see you, my ass got another verse
Yeah you gone

and got pull back
I smoke gas by da eighth and i jugg dat
Im on da run
Man da jakes playin tip tap
Im on da block 
Gang Members wit dem Swiss Rags
We aint

wanna message me wit speed when she seen Hermes on my jeans

Hermes on my jeans, she see that H up on the belt
Say she wanna fight me in the ring all by

these bad ass kids, got me up like I'm teaching
This That, shorty bust it so good, my thoughts all crazy
This pussy too fire, trap her ass with a baby

it up
Accountant, I count it up
Cha Ching
I been tested I been flexin
But the boy ain't affected
By the haters
Catch me later
Cuz now the girls cater

broke niggas to step it up
Step it up
Stairmaster
Step it up
She working on her ass and her masters
She a boss shouty
Well what you really mad for
Huh

and hit that rendezvous
This not no regular degular
Fuck up ya regular schedule
Programmed by media revenue
See what them people been telling you
I got

heart and yo dome
Ruthless Jackson is my home
Clueless raised up by my lone
Product of Chastain, Bailey, Murrah High School and banging homes
I ain't