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the privilege of being a male 
I’m realizing my views been subjective by gender roles
Now my home girl is talking to someone that make her happy
I told sis live

to a pastor (3 e’s!)
Uuh uhh B-B-But that don't make him weak
He always By hisself But he got Back up that's his heat
He tryna change his ways But now he Back

feel dead, I feel dead
We have to jack it up, jack it up - keep up your head
Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead
We have to jack it up,

in
To kick me out of my own home
You think It will change with your ill mind
To fill your ego that you're one of a kind
Or feel you're on top
Not
Not

to patrol at night no time to snore nervous to the core
Better stick to your pole
Can't useful as a tool
I know they starting to feel like a mule
Days later

Ready for bed, and I lay my head down
I hope I don’t die in the night
Right now I’m ready to fight
Put my arms up, and then I
Just starve, what

And we gonna smoke a ounce to that
G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to that
(haw haw haw)
And i'd be..

Chorus: 

Rollin down the street,

here, be ready to be gay'd

I'll be knocking on you like I'm at your front door
Won't be stopping till you're writhing and screaming on the floor
Not till

the shit foreplay leave you wet I won't just quit
Can't stop put it down like it's hefty as shit, no names
I feel your heart & your veins I can be your

get the HD
I'll show it likes it 3D
So real that you can feel me
I wonder if they'll see me
On your big screen or the TV
I know one thing that's for

Call 911

Rittz

Next to Nothing

2014

close by so she called him on 
the phone and let him know that she had made it home safe

("hey baby I'm home, love you")

But it was spoke too soon,

mine and it's barely even yours and even though I don't mind buying things
There's still something I don't like about how I feel when my money is spent

Clown Prince

Hilltop Hoods

The Hard Road

2006

out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!

It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya

see police at my front door
Conversation with a fiend

The lean got us sippin' like addicts
The Xanax is causing more damage, yeah
Your pussy is my

'Cause your love hit like percussion
Right now it's like concussion though
I guess I really got to let you go

Did I tell you that I still feel the side

Forget, forget about the time
Go get, go find your paradise
You say, it's late
A quarter after three
You know I can't stay away
You're coming home with me
I

underground
I'll put your click in a hearse
Two two three, I'll leave your dick in the dirt
Money ain't new to me, haul in the work
Bust down my jewelry, baller

Straight To the Bank [Edited Version; Edit]

50 Cent

Curtis [Clean]

2007

s***

I'm in my Lambo, maggot, my fo' fo', faggot
Doors lift up I'm like Go-Go Gadget
See the s*** I got on, homey I hate too
My teflon arm brought

Hood Gone Love It

Jay Rock

Follow Me Home

2011

out of central bullets
County jails and the lock downs up north
Said I should have it if Scarface pass the torch
Thats how they feel Jack, built much

don't play with those
AR hit your arm, have your homies like
"Where'd it go?"
I hate them fake rappers, better calm it down
Come to my town
I'mma show you

Day One

Masterminds

The Underground Railroad

2000

out a moan
Would burn every single poem I wrote just to reach home
Feel a rope around my neck tight wrip grip no slack
then I hear a whipe make a loud

the quiet times, when you feel like cryin' times
The times that we don't get much time at all
Through ups and downs and thick or thin if we can't seem to fit

Constantly, we get the cake
Three through eight, we graduate
Graduate, congratulate
Hit them all and buy the place
Keep the chopper by your waist
And savers,

be on Rodeo
I catch the shit like Odell
Name rings like door bells, yeah
With my dawg, Taco Bells
Stood down like floor nails
I was in her DMs,