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moonwalkin' so I tell them suckers beat it 
Mama told me count my blessings daddy told me pack my wessons
Them hollows make em learn if pussy niggas need some

or Rollie won't Carti my arm
Like what ya be on?
I run it fast next minute it's gone
Can't think bout the past that's a quarterback job
Double the cash

a song for the mamas cause this what it’s like when u raising young boys to men/ birthday holidays fade away nothing change never came/ an I gotta tell

out of packs 
And you can’t tell me bout my life 
I work a job and I make tracks 
So if you tryna chat some shit 
Then boy you’re affi get a slap

Lemme

in the gutter
The j's can't believe it aint butter

Stay trap with that pole thinking you bold yeah yeah
Catch em down by his toe any many miny moe
You

shit
Vacate wherever I want right by the pool and shit
Niggas knocking on my door They being rude and shit
Sign say do not disturb that's word

on that 380
Yeah, we cool, but it's fuck niggas can't let em in my house
Finna give a blind nigga my eyes, I'm tired of lookin' out

Everybody say they

I
Its your boy surex kiss opor
Zheer
Surboi movement
Eii
Listen
Get money stay high nigga i no want fall
I came from the bottom tell me why i go they

dripping on these boys I out style ‘em
Might lose my balance, mmm hmm
Might lose my balance, mmm hmm
She fucking with me cause of my talents, mmm hmm
Yeah,

boys is souped up, just
I walked up to one with my wife, asked for an autograph
He turned his back to me 
Because I am so cool!

I waste no time

niggas tryna vibe
I'm in your mind
(This boy got a hit) , I'm in your mind

I'm in your mind
Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind
Ayy, shawty do you mind?

As the World Turns

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-be
Killin' bustaz is my motherfuckin' job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin'
My competition dead or in

I put my mind on the paper
Tell Heavy that I'm Duty so I'm coming in greater
Saw my face, she said
I swear to god I'ma take you
I put it black

place
Feds hit my bro with a serious case
All black like Severus Snape
And the boys all cap i can tell by his face
Slim thick i can tell by the waist

Phil, Cliff, word em up
DLA word em up yo

[Erick Sermon]
here we go cruisin, me and my boys rollin four deep
in the A-U streets, seein who we can meet

I Know

Lil Durk

Signed to the Streets 3

2018

Nowadays crazy, they'll make you feel bad if you ain't got no job
Nowadays crazy, they don't teach you 'bout school, they'll teach you how to rob
Yeah,

won't get upset with you
I got niggas that do what I tell em to
They gone lift it and shoot when I tell em to
Stop (Stop)
Laugh at you (Laugh at you)
Jon

...Little boy can't seem to find your place now
...All your funny friends, the ones who have shitty jobs

[El-P]
Sometime in NY, perhaps in

Your chain need a buffer while my neck on glitch
I don't do discussion boy I step on shit
Big dog rockin' with the big mob, tell the bitch good job
Head

Yea yeaa yeaa yea tell em
And it feel so good
I pull up to yo hood
Yay yay don't get it Misunderstood
Got my momma up out the hood
Tell em now we living

We Can't Make it Here

James McMurtry

Childish Things

2005

our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away

I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known

How's it going?

Good 
You?

Fair 

Yeah, tell me 

Russian Tea Room 

Hi 

Mary 

Say hello 

I think I got a job

Where?

True

harder boy by the day
Spend what I get then I get it back
To people that tell me I'm living wrong man I ain't accepting or hearing that
Bitch ima live my

Mally Mall!

We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We