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the way I created fame out of folklore
And got bigger than Tom Hanks when he was playing by the Zoltar
I'm shinin' my light with the passion of Christ,

pridetalk, raised to have a manwalk
But by who’s standards? I’m re learning life
Issues with trust prevent me to open up
But when I do open up my words tend

on the grind a woman like you be on the mind

I'm tryin to past the time, we can drink some wine, make a lil love (ha ha)

A brother like me be handlin business,

I just made a oner, I ain’t done a thing
A lil favour for my bruddah
Errand for a king
So I made a little butter
A couple sides of mutton
Got it from

trenches who ready be Robbin
I'm mr meyagi I hide in ya shadows I'm cut like a thief in da night
Come follower a leader see I'm da sensei
da one dat can give

know I'm with whatever
Flyest nigga in my city call me Mr. Feather
Niggas always tryna flex a gun, but they don't ever use it
I think I got these niggas

You know that's jus how it go
I can change the weather in this club don't need thermometer
I'm Mr. Make It Rain lil baby I don't need barometer
You know

when you touch outta bounds it's best to toat the 50
Niggas getting wet up
I'm only getting wet up by the bitches in this telly
And I'm bringing

'm Mr. T now
Scratch off in this foreign
Watch how I get followed by dick chasers
They say my money fake, cause there ain't no way I got this much paper

MIA unless a nigga getting paid, I be staying
Out the way watch how you approaching me, cause my brothers
Ain't gon' play Tatted up by Hutch, so my

nigga I'm Mr. Stand-On biz
Bitch with her hand out and she tryna give me lip
Freeform dreadlocks nigga with the big boy frizz
Wife beater tank top but I

Aught you lil n****s how to double up
All in take that double and quadruple up
Now look all them n****s wanna hoop wit us
Same ones that was hatin

wrapped in
Plastic in a dump truck
Fuck, only built Diadoras
I pull up with a bitch
They thought it was Rita Ora
My lil' head buster keep
His tool ringing

hood skis up still walk around Got on all black so I go by Mr. Walk Em Down
Drop him on his shit and have him walkin like a zombie now
I'm not interested

America

Society

Book of Thugs: Chapter AK Verse 47

2000

'Posed to be
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha ha ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all

it
We keep it flowin' 'round here ain't no stoppin'
Too fly, too fly, get it poppin' by myself
I-I-I-I don't need nobody else
Got my nigga

the chickies
I want ss sex I'm tricky
Save that dough like Lil Dicky
Don't abort I'm Mort and Ricky
Want it all I'm far from picky
Choosing
Done more than your

Live truly laid back get fed by Mrs Woody
Buckets of grape yellin out fuck it I be the great
Smoke the wolf on the wall street maintain the bosses

soundin' like they need me Mr. Motion Always by the bag, you lucky if
You see me I be by myself about this bag cause You know
I get greedy Leave the crib,

at my peace
Freshest king Listerine
Bitch I'm mr clean
She wanna know wassup so she can end me on Halloween
They becomin' more discreet, in the mist

Mr X's biggest mistake was messing with us, if you ask DJ Khalid (hah) "we the best!"
I guess some introductions are at hand, my name is Eddie but

chilling at the top
You ain't breaking in lil' boy, we been in this shit, we keeping this shit on lock
Y'all too cap, man I don't wanna hear shit, y'all be

While me I remain solid 
N hone this gift on a anvil
Flow to authentic 
For you to hear another like me 
N I see this lil success
Fucking with my

being brochureal on that bitch

I go by the name of Mr. Nino
Introduction, all these lil' nats
Tryna suck up on my reproductive organs
But I got this shit