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can’t stop me
This rap shit a lifestyle started off a hobby
When I blow up hit the shmoney dance free that nigga Bobby
Aye Free that nigga Bobby
Kinda

they can't stay in

I know why they mad, nigga
We gon' turn up and we gon' rock
Yeah
We gon' keep this big-ass make a little more dick

If any fucker

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

heart
So let's not let another day sail by
Without sayin' hi to each other
'Cause I will never get another
Big brother, my big brother
Who called me

'Til I found this out
And I won't back down
It don't matter what they think about you now
Can you count?

Step by step I gotta count it out
Even days

refuse to send
I've been starin' at the sky with the sun on my mind
No stars to count, no wings to fly
I've been lookin' at the sky with the moon on my

LaBeouf, I'm diggin' holes out of fury
I look up to no one
Not your caregiver, honcho
I am starin' ya in the face, darin' ya to grow a pair
You can't stand

days i was downbad now my life televised
And ima rollie rockstar i can not do no ties
I don't give no handouts to these niggas they not by my side
Woke

to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell

can count on it
I'm the car, then you the ball

I just want you to bounce on it
Yeah, they know, you're mine
Fuck them other niggas
I'm her favorite

for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we weren't captured and traded
Consider this my

Domestic Violence

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo

1998

my house 

'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth 

Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he 

Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass

Aye yeah
Get yo guap
Get yo guap bitch
Don't you talk to me
Count that guap
Count that guap bitch
I speak guapanese
Get yo guap
Get yo guap okay
Yeah

Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe [Remix]

Jay-Z

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

I am a sinner, who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't

Yea Yea
Ion even gotta say who it is anymore
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay
East side nigga but I'm chillin in the west
Been a legend since a youngin I been learning

got the black card
80 up in Barneys if I count the fit
Seen the money, and I know the sound of it
It go (vrrrt vrrrt) that's a lot of it
Know that

Drive-By

Future

Canal Street Confidential

2015

bitch by mistake
I was just countin' some cake on the lake
I was just pullin' up in paper plates
I know some real niggas can relate
I know some

dawgs
And if all dogs go to heaven
Then we can't be flawed
For real dawg
For real dawg
I feel Bobby Boucher in a Tesla
Heard she got the water boy, ou I

on the courts
Where we from its either drugs rap music or sports
The phone rings
Ayo Bobby got murdered
Bobby who
Nigga Bobby Hayes from Hertel
Nah I saw him last

different
Bobby'll really boom you, nigga, watch who you mention
My girl planned a trip with her friends I ain't lett her go (We goin' where?)
After seein'

some years a deer in the light
I left some will to spirit away
I let my fears materialize
I let my skills deteriorate
Haunted by the thought of what

Think Y'All Know

Fabolous

More Street Dreams, Pt. 2: The Mixtape

2003

y'all know by now that I don't care 'bout who you fuck with (yeah)
I think hoes know by now that I'm that nigga they should fuck with (yeah)
I think

Hustler

Scarface

My Homies

1998

watchin' on toes out my back window
Creep slow by the ghetto, we never go without the .44
For urban travel, watch the scandal
You petty rivals can

understood
These niggas be odd fake and they Flodge
Work I put in they can't sabotage
We gone do better by any means
Use to wear ecko and ripped jeans
Now all