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day
Rose gold, princess cut
Pretty face, little titties, big butt
Thugged out, she with me like "nigga what?"
Big chain on my b-boy
We walk in
cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no it wasn't blow
Cook it in the basement then move it at a show
no misses, that's for the married folk
Tell 'em fix my suite up cause I'm comin' home
I heard they talkin' crazy, I was out of town
You know they love
difficult?
Boy, I'm getting fed up with you

As soon as I say goodbye
I'm feeling alone
Ain't no way I can live without you
So by midnight
I'm back
to me that's an insult
Boys shouldn't mess with an adult, that's too difficult
I enter like a giant saying fee fi foe fum
Then rock the auditorium
I'd be saying this here in country music.
We be no stars, imagine be-Boying over acoustic guitars,
Not the sixteen bars. 
FEEL ME!
The art of sampling
might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
I hear 'em but they talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles
might fall and bust your a**
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the gra**
I hear 'em but they talking under ma**
Stop throwing pebbles
the cheddar
I'm making to much I'm getting hated by the tela
I'm making so much I'm getting customized leather
Brand new shoes, twenty-twos and better
So I
operates the turntables when I'm rocking my rhymes, see

It's a demo

Psychopath on the phonograph, nut of the cuts
You heard the boy slice, is he nice
tears with no one to hold
Just painting pillows

With all these works of art, I bet I could start a gallery
I make 'em in the dark from my broken
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
I don't know what you be saying girl
When you be tryna talk to me
I filter out the negative, that's my new philosophy
We got us, we got art
I got
like that green stuff 

Provided to you by sack man 

Pac man how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that man? 

Ridin' round Old National on 18's
by ah female like shy

A female like WHO, a female like You and a female like I
A female like WHO, a female like You and a female like shy

Boys sit
Be-low, fresh one blade, no chemo
Art with no easel, please it's no equal
Your boy's "Off the Wall" these other niggas is Tito

Oh I like the party
wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving your hand
I'm talking wave like you saying "hey"
Man, and not hay for
there?
(Oh yeah)

My boogie baby now
The world ain't no fairy tale
And it's ran by some rich white scary males
To make it simple for you let's call 'em
leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
C'mon!

Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)
Hooooo, hooooo
Hooooo,
of the original
Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical
Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold
Out with
"No,
I wasn't even gonna do a damned show"
Cos for me to change my words from my rhymes
Is never gonna happen cos there's no sell outs on mine
But I
people, who never responded
I was hurt, and disappointed, 'cause I felt that we bonded
But you know, out of sight, out of mind, home boy, you know
family
Had a rough landing
No one's hurt badly
I'm difficult at times
But my friends understand me
I act crazy
But they act the same
Pulled me back from
Psychopath on the phonograph, nut of the cuts
You heard the boy slice, is he nice or what?
He's the main entertainer inside the show
And he goes by the name