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They at the range. They hit won't miss you. It's on
Getting gunned down out here by a bitch dude
That didn't know how to resolve they issue
You had
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with
(yeah, yeah)
Aye
Damn, shit
Bloody fists with a knife will make you sick (sick)
Moody girl on my line, she want some dick
I'll hit it real quick (quick)
legend and I will Smith
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch
That's how you let the beat build, bitch
Now that's how you let the beat build,
You like all the stupid things I do
The Smiths and Radiohead and even
Watch the same channels on YouTube
You're disenchanted by modern society
Just
on a mill
Made my bread
Full steam ahead
The Smith is blessing my will
Was naive at first
At worst?
Tempted to kill
Justified
If you die by the Timberlake
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm
has hit my mailbox
And has not been stolen by my former houseguest who has my Spare keyring
A hundred to the house for their hospitality and $55 to my
a baby by trick
No guidance, thinkin' with his dick
Never had the OGs to tell him shit
Now the word around town he takin' hit's
He came up in church like
take ten paces, draw my shit, and aim at niggaz faces
Leavin no traces so a nigga's BEATIN body cases
I'm wettin shit up, you get hit up, by the super
wreckin machine, by all means
Necessary, I destroyed on contact
No fear, of getting killed cause I'm strapped
The Hit Squad's deep, making it sweet
the system kill me?
If I drop this album and it sells
And the next one don't top it, will it be considered a failure?
If I had to drop outta the limelight
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Build my life, brick by brick
Gems from will smith I just jumped from a cliff
Nobody in tandem
My body's for ransom
My soul is my buddy
We talk by
I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize
chance
I will give you blessings
My cocoa butter kisses there's no chance
That you would ever come back
Chuck Smith bout to make a comeback
And you love
that shit a triple triple
My flow is typhoon rap, it's deeper than an ocean ripple
Our hollow tips will hit you
Leave you with an altered nipple
Someone to chill with, Keep it real with
Tell me when I'm not fresh and on my nephew of Uncle Phil shit
Steel pride, like I was forged by a will smith
Did
on the floor (what)
Get it on the floor (yeah) (what)
Get it, get it on the floor (come on) (woo)
Once again, it's the darker nigga
Hit or spark a nigga,
on the floor (what)
Get it on the floor (yeah) (what)
Get it, get it on the floor (come on) (woo)
Once again, it's the darker nigga
Hit or spark a nigga,
Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run
that’s big cap
Cat fish with these hoes on the dating app
6’5, one hell of a guy, how approach it
Worth one bill, but they never really noticed
I’m Will
the Levels
Set the scene
Be the best
Major keys
Easy to move by yourself when you true to yourself
And Trust in your will
Like Jaden Smith
Calling on his
the greatest (woo), on the beat who ever did it
Mike WiLL the one who made it, it's Shady on the lyrics
I'm somewhat outlandish they say
You say we're cut
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