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on runnin' with it
Yea I got soul
I was brought up by colored women

Shouts-out to queens that was
Raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside

Who's gonna grease my skillet
When you're gone?
Who's gonna grease my skillet
When you're gone?
Who's gonna fire up my grill when
The heat needs

8 Miles and Runnin'

Jay-Z

8 Mile

2002

Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go

Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'

niggas see what's goin on here!
Yeah! kay slay! busta rhymes nigga!
Album number four big homey!
And let me explain to 'em why your
So much more than a dj!

in the system
Diminished by intentions, I was riddled with inflictions
Stayed steady with the pen, emotions always written
Enough with the lovin' I've

name hannah
Black and white bitches I call that hoe panda
Offended by my lyrics get out your feelings
Drop bout two albums you still ain't want hear it

Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it

Watch me sizzle on my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin'

the skillet, six months for the lid
And five for stealing that fine bread

By the way who was that Nelson ed?

a skillet
Corn in a jug, hot damn, you can feel it
Corn for the chicken, corn for the deer
Corn for as far as you can see around here
Leanin' on a fence

Don't wash the cast iron skillet
Don't drink and drive, you'll spill it
Don't ask too many questions or you'll never get to sleep
There's a hole

and I'm feeling wicked with it
Smoking on a pen how I roll joints mix and stash for the album
On the TV waiting for the election and the outcome, damn
By

homicide
Won't Catch you on the plane cause you ain't fly 
My careers on take off you stuck on fuckin standby 
How the fuck am I supposed to stand by 
While

the mentality of just get up and kill it
Cook my beats in a skillet
Never lose if I will it
God by my side through everything, I pray
That you keep me on this

digits
Hottest out the skillet
You can check the snippets
I been rappin since I used to watch pooh argue with piglet
Mom calls me boo taught me to keep it

surfing
On top of these urgent
Splurges of waves and sea
A couple ms for my bank to see
Mark what do you for money
Disrespected by the blatancy
May not

for me but all I heard was crickets
Made records with Halftime all I heard was snippets
He was cooking up the heat raw beats from the skillet
I move in

fives are skillet yeah the skies no limit
She said she's gonna see what I'm on
I said shawty my eyes are different

I'm tryna hop in the DM's she's with

hammer fuck a toolbox
Animal in that field, but I ain't talkin' bout no livestock

Dropped a mixtape sounded like a album but they compared it to Drizzy

to the bag like a soldier
We ready for war we gon step 'til the finish
I don't give a fuck if nobody was wit me
I'll step by myself do this shit independent

Girl, so I was stuck in the house
All by myself during quarantine 
Fucking around making music
I was like I'm gonna call myself 
Quay Quay the Bae,

in a skillet
Got a hunger in our bellies and we can't fill it
Make a little love to heal some of the hurt
Good folks goin' to work 

Pipeline boys

ready to go
And now I got lyrics that heat like the skillet
The one that you cook on (Handle that)
I'm down here at Cookman with nothing to cook on
So ima

he'll point blank me
I don't buy it
If it's beef then I'ma fry it
I wont toss the skillet, I'ma hide it
I Had off his skillet just for trying
Crease God