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the hood as the cars go by
The light turned green and I started to bail
Across the street, drunk as hell
Seen a fine girl at the red light
Her face her hair
the tools to really honor me
Well I fell in love and I had a great time
Now I'm back out on the streets no more face times
For the have nots I could've
And you Mariah Carey, remember?

Shit!

Yet another early mornin'
and you walk in like it's nothing
Hold up, hold up, hold tight
Ain't no donuts, ain't no
And you Mariah Carey, remember?

Shit!

Yet another early mornin'
and you walk in like it's nothing
Hold up, hold up, hold tight
Ain't no donuts, ain't no
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these
a Uber, you don't need a cab
Fuck a bus pass, you got a Moped man
She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
Throwing up the West
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
my grandma's clothes
But gray skies is going to clear up, so put on a happy face
Take off that frown and cheer up, and put on a happy face, 'cause
And a bad little mama with her ass in my face
I'mma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat
Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband
Dope
Plus I got a city that I Carey like Mariah
Damn, that punch line was predictable
I still got you shitting bricks, homie quit the bull
And we don’t
your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey
Mariah
your glass down, or end up in the trunk 
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied 
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey 
Mariah
your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey
Mariah
Hilson
I'm looking at Mariah Carey pictures, ay Nick!

I got a thing for your girlfriend
She got a face of a goddess, ooh-wee, you already know
Don't,
flesh, who trails on a leash
Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?
So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I
Run to the center of things
Where
MONEY L what's UP BABY ITS YA BOY SKILLZ MAN
I'm HITTING YA ON THE CHECK IN
MY BAD MAN I ain't CALLED YOU IN A MINUTE
MAN I'm OUT IN L.A. DOING MY
hard just like cherry pits
And you can make me hit em high notes like Mariah Carey hits em'
We can share our pie and chips, check out my diet tips,
short get shot up
In the knees
my gradmama watching the news waiting to see my face
And if I catch case can cola
Cause she don't understand slanging
a candle like Mariah, I'm so fire
When I step in the club, get low!, like Flo Rider
Cause I'm a Pimp
You can tell by the limp
When I step aside
To make up for what you can't do on record
Open your eyes twice the size and realise
I'm on the rise and you're on the demise
Ostracized by my reprise
Step
bodies
Protest signs burn by the campfire
You never planned to stop me Death Goddamn liar
Via dire death rates that get higher up than Mariah
Self
the fuck, I just got struck by lightening
Alright then I quit, god I give up
Call it evil that men do, lord forgive me for what my pen do
This is for your
peace Vursatyl

Hey what's up dude

Yo my name is Brian but my MC name is Catapult (oh word?)
Word my crew is called the Cannibals (ah cool)
Yeah we're 30
on the spot 
I'm more chillier than Dennis-in 
Finishin' up my zip 
Quick to make my grip 
You fuck around and get licked 
By the Luni click 
So that
straight up 'cause I got your muzzle
People too hard to figure out, so shit call me a puzzler
Freestyling nigga, boy I be showing charisma
Yeah I be