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I can feel it in my soul
I don't want that bitch I told to get back, had to slow down
You can call me Sub Baby, or call me Mr. Lowe
Rather be by

Lefty Van Lowe:

Making moves 'til me and my niggas make the offers 

Money matters I learned that from the shadow walker 

I like the G Wag, my moms

down by the lonely Christmas nights
Oh St. Nick you know that I don’t want more
Than that pretty boy who lives next door
He’s all I want, he is my whole

to God I see the day I make a couple billions (One day man)
The director of this shit, my film crew ready for that action
Who stay creeping on my block,

put your hands
To the mothafuckin' sky
Man I use to be so broke
I was barley getting by
Now I'm 30,000 feet
On a plane in the sky
Everybody put your

(Aye lemme hear that hoe jeff)

Flyer than these n****s like a jet on a Thursday 
I heard it through the grapevine when I was in Irving 
My shooter

Move

Q-Tip

The Renaissance

2008

right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude

Fuck that bitch then drop her off at Lowe's
I'm too fresh n yes so cold
About to get icy but I stay in the zone
Nigga I'm too hard from the meat

and I’ll do it by my lonely  

Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby  

He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony.  

Want him dead

like me he can see through all that
I grew up my people’s was movin that crack
My momma the only one kept me track
My dad the only one showed me the trap

My mind is not imprisoned
Fuck what they was saying I'm A dreamer with a vision
By the time I'm 35 Nick London will be cemented
Please enjoy

baby
In my heart you never left
Remember when you worked at Lowe's
And I pulled up on you
Just to see ya face
Being next to you was like heaven on earth

Chorus: x2

Ex,

Don’t like har,

Don’t wife har,

Won’t pipe har,

Won’t drive har

No hi to har,

low by far,

Don’t like har.

Yes,

Lowe my car,

a motive, but what's that motive gon' be?
Trapping for Ps until it's game over, or be the man in your family
Every night was a dawn and every day was a dusk

in these Track2s
I'm crafty with it
You the type to steal up in the
Crib and ask who did it
Serve a quarter pound at the Lowe's
I'm a handyman
Got

that's undercover that was under the covers
Yo, how can I make this up
How can anyone try to hate on a man who tryna make his bucks
Fake fucks, and in

even know it, yuh

She picked up the apple cause that shit was venomous
She on the hunt to find who her next victim is
Damn Nick that's some deep shit
I

Ego Rock

Janis Joplin

In Concert

1972

of heavy line.
Well, well, yeah!

Sounds like I found the man
Who could take care of my time.
It ain't me babe, it ain't me babe!
It appears to me that

Offbeat Bare Ass

311

Grassroots

1994

and grab it 
Some trip over roots and say fuck it I'm sunk 
I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs (hey) 
I am the one who scores the herb

& good feed on his spawn. Great and good feed on his spawn
The jury went out, who knows where their at
Natural causes, the verdict, that smells like a rat

and I went and did that
Who gon stop Q
Man nobody in his tracks
If I'm gone be great
Gotta step up to da plate
Hit that ball out da park
Like name was

"Ain't no man scream like Prince"
And I was like, "That's fucking awesome"

GQ: Your dad had left when you were 6
So your mom raised you on her own
Frank

I remember dropping tracks
Nobody was listening
Used to dream of having cars
With rims that was glistening
If you told me""spit a 16""
I would spit

beats and I walk for a fee
You mean lil nick
Man who would of knew
Man you think if I offer this hoe a lil motion, she ain't finna bite
Boy you crazy