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the bottom now a nigga ballin' ten toes

I'm always riding with the beam, ain't tryna die young
Bought my bitch chanel bag straight from fashion nova
Took my

just landed Lagos
My momma wonder how son became this paper-chasing
Until I get the Richard Millie See I don't got no time
Cuz by the time my niggas pull

The hate is in our DNA and we been likely to clot so fuck you, hype beast

On God, I'ma tell the truth or die tryin'
Young city boy, I was raised by lions

a lobster
You touch my momma that's on my momma

Young nigga taking trips not no LSD
Ima get it by myself, ain't no woe is me
Rather die alone before I let

means vibes, so who wanna fight? Would you die for a cause, from young P told me mind what you talk, but I say what I like until I'm in a morgue, or I

for longer than 8 seconds at a time

I was a young child with a lot of talents
I could have been a developer, an architect, an engineer
But because I

and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself
And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go
But if I live to see

'm moving brick by brick
Until I afford that new gyp
Until I afford that new whip
You see me cruising in Madrid
Where you been touching my hips
And I'll be

until there's nothing left

No question
In this confession
I'm your obsession
Freedom of expression
Pages were naked
Now Lyrics so sacred
My flow is

Ballin'

Spice 1

The Black Bossalini (a.k.a. Dr. Bomb from Da Bay)

1997

to the game or nigga you'll never get your dividends
Balling til I die, until I die I'll be a baller
Let my riders do the dirt and I'll be the shot-caller

kissed by the champion's fist
He tried to give one back but he missed
He scratched and he clawed, fought for his life
Each jab was a stab just as sharp

to keep.
If I should die before I Wake.
I pray My God My Soul You'll take.
Amen.

And You'll never know what it is to feel release-
if You haven't yet been

you wreckin', nigga I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not

Young niggas, young niggas, young Niggas 
Get rich or die tryin, get rich or die Tryin

Ima do this shit til the end of me 
From the womb to the tomb

I can't tell a lie
If I die tonight then let my Niggas know I tried
Looking in the sky asking why'd he have to die
My cousin watching me he gave me

it's cold
Oh I'm so in tune with the seasons
And by now you fully well know
Oh I'm so improved it's appealing
Niggas wanna know what tune
I'm releasing

Until I find some kind of home for all I've ever really known 
Since I was young and havin' fun to being grown and so alone
So it's do or die it ain't

Plug
Gotta purple up in the cup
Syrup mixed with the 7Up
Gotta green up in the blunt
Smoking trees until they stumps

Outchea on my Grand Hustle (yeah)

than any flower
He could ever buy
It'll hang on my wall until
The end of time

Oh my pretty paper rose
How I appreciate
The world around you changes
But

can't decide
We could be here until we die (Until we die)
Am I wasting all my time?
Or will I have you by my side? (By my side)

I find it hard we can go

And I just need someone to be real now
I don't need no fake lies or no white lies
I just wanna be with you until I die
Don't ask me why I love you I

caught
By the six two Cs
Aw shit Aint no telling if he made it alive
Give me what I want
Nobody hurt
Put them in the dirt
Made a move that they didn't like

"Others ride longer in the storm, maybe until seven years of vanity be expired
And
Then, preadventure, the sun shines hot upon their heads, and they fall

the second bar
This is slightly livelier
But no less forbidding she
Approaches another stranger)

Please, sir, help me?
There's a man that I must find
Can you