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Bought the deed to some land in
A South Pole snow town
Ugh, fool me once, shame on
You, fool me twice, I'm lame
Cats is nice with the game
In this
reminiscing
Thinking how'd it happen
Well I
Met you out at South Byyy
Use to be my Dallas Bae
Now you are Super Bae
When you gonna fly by
Show you what's
Actin like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin, I don't want to battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter
getting down in the south|To get the pizzazz up in the VIP section|Now she wanna do what I'm doing up in the session|In the studio she wanna make music|But
other's shit, studio sessions, all of that
It's been a serious pleasure, bro
And that's why I need you to drop this album
Because I know that once you do
jerk, Niggaz straight kill me
knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to
you studio gangsters,see i did dirt, i did work, so
many Niggaz can vouch
Energy and frequency. You do you and I'll do me. We all just trying to grow
Like branches from my family tree.
Promoting smoke sessions over petty beefs.
bout And we represent the south
Weak niggas shut your mouth Cashville is in the house
Got your ear whether you like it or not, when I spit mothafucka I
Everyday I be grindin it's so many studio sessions
Imma spin that block with a Wesson
I don't think imma make it to heaven
I done been off the porch
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me
Sorry, keep going
Yeah, yeah, all together
I got you, I got you guys, I got you
I'm in a different vehicle
I got you, I got you
Could I get
flop
Have a drink of this shit you will like it a lot
Woah, woah
You can not mess with my image
I do not go by percentage
I like to go by Setembage
Why
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head
Side will help you live free
The East Side will help you live right
The South Side will help you believe
The West Side will dance all night
My brain is precise
I memorize six minute poems by the hour
I've come back for you now
Pure hellfire and literature
And did you think you actually
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
D.R.E
He's almost famous
You dream of trading places
I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes
There is too much to lose
Wake up
crown
I be countin' up stacks in
The Provost with the LACs
You ain't got a body cap
And a hundred snap backs
Sayin' studio trap me knick nack patty wack
I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle
That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle
You fake A and R's make me think it would
apologize lickety split
That's why I'm takin' you to Cussin' Island
Headin' this boat south
I think you should know
That's where I met Cousteau
And we will
with that live shit, I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass, nigga
'Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thing
You got a set
with that live shit, I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass, nigga
'Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thing
You got a set
dubbind s*** the whole world loving this
Bow down and suck this dick you are the rap f***ing trick
Fourteen, fifteen I told that I had a dream
Sixteen,
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