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a weakness, tell them your day was good
Holding all of your secrets, it ain't painless
Suffering breeds endurance, you gotta remain patient
I suffer for them

the Texas I been on the road
Six 3 that nigga I'm bout to explode
I got on some shoes they
Ain't seen what are those
Today was a good day I'm bout to get

niggas always wifed up
Talkin' bout what they gon' do in life
Cause where they at now ain't poppin'
Shit ain't hoppin'

But get like me, get froggin' in

grandmother 
Doesn't it look like she has a brother? 
TJ reminds me, not to worry bout what man might say 
Talking bout the problem ain't living by faith 
Just

I'm the same old kid
You once knew
Said it's all good
I ain't even gotta trip
How you gon tell me you cared
In the end, ain't care about shit
Yeah I

she leads 'em to sing the old hymns
And I saw the light at the altar one Sunday
The day I laid down that old hammer of sin
I was a good boy I told 'em

the HALL way
Drug trip my mind in All states
Fuck show and tell everybody gone see that we been all good
Got them F&N’s
If they go fucking with my mans huh

on they niggas
My nigga that's getting old
Everything that I desire, I get it that's on my soul
You would think that I can hoop by the way I'm hitting my

('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was

up wreck it
In a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup,

up wreck it
In a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup,

Truman

Lil Dicky

Professional Rapper

2015

know
It's just I know

I saw the world like, "Hold up"
Damn near fakin' on the side
Let me take you on a ride
Let me tell you bout the one who

The Girl Next Door

Charlie Daniels

America, I Believe In You

1993

Almost all of my life every day and every night
The only thing that I could think of
Was doing all I could do to find me a true blue
A foxy little

(ayy, come here)
I said, "I got a band, tell me who hit the lick" (who you see?)
A good spin move, I ain't gon' give this nigga shit
He like, "That's

Step Off

Grandmaster Melle Mel

Street Jams: Hip-Hop From the Top, Vol. 1-4

1996

to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,

So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you

Uh, take me back to the days when I was innocent
When Broms had no confidence, so he ain't get no bitches yet but had a couple women that hit him up

Aight, tell me why, why would I reply to him?
I leave him hanging like Kyrie on the rim
Where do I begin? I wear the 5990 in the gym
I got a thing for

and now yer dapper, but tell me where the
fuck ya found ya found an anorexic rapper
talkin 'bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot
you're only 60

Ayo
Can I tell 'em something
Let me tell you something

I'm from ood O O D
We no good as soon as they jump we O D
Guns and drugs letting it pump

the blues

Hey St Peter give me cloud number nine
And tell Hank Sr that Jr's on the line
Oh please Lord tell him I
Got some real good news
I wanna speak man

money, nigga, shine with me
My day 1's on top with me
It's one in the mornin', my old bitch callin'
She tell me what I'm doin'
I text her back, bitch

south Cincinnati
Got mud all over your white shoes
Told me about all your tattoos
Good lord please tell your daddy
'Bout that night in south Cincinnati

Next day detention from throwing all our food
Food fight, food war
Parents ask why, I just tell them I was bored
Worried bout punishment
They ain't even

would you tell the guys in the band
Play a song for me and my friend?
Hey, the gray speckled bird and
A wild Irish flute day drinkin' again

Day drinkin'