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gotta make peice
With yourself
Get the monkey off your back
You gotta make peice
With yourself
You can Straighten out
Get your life on track
You gotta

worked hard day and night just for that trust fund, baby

So get your CCTVs off my back
And tell your guards to get off my fuckin' track

Hey, mister
I've

shit that I gotta do
Didn't think it was possible
To break outta the common room
Now I'm taxing to get a tune
Send the track back barbequed
Damn that's

you o lord
I want to get on the right track
Help me get my life back
I pray for help for a healing hand
To hold me when others can't
So When I feel

Clickback, clickbait chatting bout get back
I'm a get this shit straight then I get my pet back
Set back, yes that beat is by Max
Little like a state tax face

Keeping track
Consistency 
Aint coming back
Need more than you missing me
High fashion 
And things you don’t need
Have taken control of everything
I

Cell by cell and frame by frame
Names, dates, it's all immaterial:
We big dicks sick rhyme killer like cereal
I burn like venereal
Spit that imperial

dealing, I'm just out here fucking squealing
Putting my heart on tracks, wanna take shit back
But I can't do that, so shit run it back

Wrecking my brain

Movin' Out

Mya

Belly [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2015

How could you do that, when nore lace the smooth track
And I'm the one that gave stella her groove back
The two mack, you see my peoples playin

a chokehold
Y'all remember a nigga got me singin' like it's Coco
Villain Beach been the hub, it's exporting' tracks by the boatload
Back on tracks to parlay,

huh)
A waste of a good dick if you ask me (Ask me)
I like a nigga like to put his back in it
(Back in it) if it's a weave fuck around and
Pull a track in

Agent Orange

Cage

Movies for the Blind

2002

I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous
Beats brought back to life, die, when I'm embalmin this
Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters
I'ma

Ride [Remix]

Juelz Santana

It's All Under the Bird

2009

Don't watch no soap operas, you back that paper half naked get that ? in prada, 
Then bring them dollas back to papa give you half a profit, 
You can go

I just copped me a pack
Just copped me a pack
Time to get on these tracks
Time to get on they ass
I’m Learning real fast
How to Perfect my craft
With

I’m a track runner with a track record
Spinning I’m a monster
This is beautiful
I was in the dark
But don’t get it twisted in my fantasy
Some part of me

Oh boy, oh boy 
Lay it on the track now 
Oh boy, oh boy 
Can you guess who's back now
The king of the ring 
The tiger, the giant 
The rebel

tracks
I started to scream but you never looked back
Your memory fades but this pain is a ghost
Haunted by whispers that linger like smoke
God I wish you'd

Take Me Back to Tulsa

Merle Haggard

A Tribute to the Best Damn Fiddle Player in the World (Or, My Salute to Bob Wills)

1970

young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man

get a bag
Touch me a mill 
Feed the family by any means necessary 
Got the team on my back
Running down the field
Tryna catch a Hail Mary 
I’m making

Okay nigga running through the
Check no track shoes
Get up under dey skin like a tattoo
And if you ain't noticed by now Nigga I'm that dude

my tracks deep in La Sante jail
[D]ope, do you hear??
Do you wanna war with me??
Doubt & silence back, you're feared


No one can stop me, this is

a track 
I took a loss but I'm bringing it Back
I'm gunna blow and that's what I Believe 
Giving it free, tryna triple a rack

Give up the gear now I'm sick

na man its Erick on the track
I need this in my speakers, like a parrot, run it back
Cause life ain't easy, that's apparent that's a fact
But your path

and I went and did that
Who gon stop Q
Man nobody in his tracks
If I'm gone be great
Gotta step up to da plate
Hit that ball out da park
Like name was