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Glock wit no safety I’m making a mess
Pass it to josh put a whole through ya chest
Feel like a demon I don’t need a vest
Gang nigga
Hold on wait
Y’all

this cash who knew I could sing
Yeah we parted ways and I still think about you
It's fucked up how I can't live without you
3 more shots and I might send

comprehend
What i gotta do ill take it step by step and step
On any mothafucka dissin' 5 percent 
I' ll set aside a cut for josh and the rest 
And when i get

my eyes

Why do I try anymore
I just wanna die some more
All the hope that she gives me makes my eyes sore
I can't sleep in the night watch the timing

dreams and my life really unrelated
I drink more smoke more and now I'm elevated
I'm unsure about a lot but I'm levitated
I got what it takes
That's what I

Try to get even now
It'll never even out
You cannot hand me down
Cut me more deeper now
I am more seasoned now
I am not leaning now

You cannot tear

Make you want more when you're on
The edge of your seat
I'm not a liar, when I rap, I spit fire
Since the song "scratchin my dick
In Publix" from Jasiah

the josh
Like rogan
You don't know man
Woah don't try me
Bitch please slow down
Best stick to the program
I don't make mistakes
See me on my paper chase
I

the person that I be
Instead of being plain old me
I'm not yet where I wanna be
They tell me it's okay to make mistakes yeah I guess
But the more mistakes I

can't be stopped
That boy unique
They try to peek at the peak
They above me ?then they catching zees
They can catch these
What else do I need ?
To prove

but I'm bouncing the accident
I'm on a song with chip so you I'm kicking with wretch and em
Lot of niggas look up to me me sef I dey try learn
Some

ghost as the replacement! (Oh! Ho! Ho!)
There will be no more red suit jolly dope
I could describe the scene by all means but I’ll keep it clean for

no more
It lives inside my frontal lobe
It tries to suffocate me, I'm getting choked
By my own self, harsh and cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm being

me ain't who I be
I'm doing everything thing that I said I would and so much more
I'd never try and rob the bank maybe a corner store
Make em stick em

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

to the suits behind the desk no more
You niggas wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more
You can't say shit to Kanye West no more
I rocked 20,000 people, I

Pooh, you a fool for this one
Go Grizz
Yeah, whoa, yeah
(Turn me up Josh)
I say

Who gon' stop us? (Yeah)
We be mobbin' (Mobbin')
With my

The LORD is my light
Arms clinched in the fight
I ain't really trying to fight
I ain't really with the hype
Type write slight right by the light
I

cliche twin glock siamese
Did you know I got real good timing
Did you know it cost more than eight million to sign me
Independent art, don't try me
Need

forget to mention
All the beds I slept in
When I had bad intentions
Box me then let you go cause I can't have possession
Written By: Josh Seabrook
Produced

night One night I ask you to help me and you ruin it
Josh I
Look I told you how important this was to me
I told you this was my last chance to impress

Or uncover wings
So I can tomahawk
Ballin like Josh Smith
Not a fallen angel more like a monster
Carry my dread like a Rasta
Ain't talking the locs
I'm talkin

don’t need shit that’s basic
All of y'all niggaz basic
All of these bitches basic
I don’t need no more basic
I don’t need basic basic basic basic
RIP Mac

Josh, with time you experiencing a better me
By the end of this, I might just have me more enemies
From me to myself, that's how I'm spending my energy

I

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Maximum Rap 12": The Original Maxi Single Collection

1997

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your