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when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes

drought
Never wanted to be king of my city but I'll say thanks if they give me the crown
Isolated livin Lowkey If I make it big don't come around yea
Aye

getting old now
Wishing that this time would just slow down
Was surrounded by to many of them low downs
Only smoked loud never followed dreams did all kinda

got real dreams
Steady woke I grind through the night
Yet I still dream
Praying that my timing is right
Never fall for the hype
I'm not the talkative

With no jacket I'm supreme.
I got millionaire dreams. Billionaire dreams.
I got the heat. I'm with the big 3.
It's me me and me.
Not Kevin or Kyrie.
We

Third Man Theme

Mickey Baker

The Wildest Guitar

1959

that somehow didn't last
In that happy city of the past
Does she still recall the dream
That rapture so supreme
When first she heard the haunting

Third Man Theme

Esquivel

Music from a Sparkling Planet

1995

that somehow didn't last
In that happy city of the past
Does she still recall the dream
That rapture so supreme
When first she heard the haunting

never had it on my wrist
Trynna make plays all for my family
'Cause I know we 'gone be rich
And matter fact shout out
To my granny
She seen magic up in me

we still grinding too legit to quit
Because the hustle arennt smiling

Nnem si m son never give up on your big dreams...
Believe, pray soon you go move

Most rappers die in their own city
Big time nostalgia
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
Gelapi
I been mobbing all thru Oakland

knew in the city

And now they finally brought you back home to me

When you left me you told me that someday you'd be returnin'

In a big fancy car for

left alone & lonely
By the one 

And shout out to my baby girl Zoe
And NiNi, she's my Tenderoni
And a big hate hate hate to No G
Ha! Shout out all

what you really do?" (What?)
I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)
I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo
Doin' all that wifey

Bigger than life Jay Yah man Rile more while it's best to stay by yourself
Realest way LSMG oh oh oh nuff a then don't real

We never settle for

on the map hoe
Now play it cool
I put the city on my back bone
They hit decks
Independent with the cash flow
A big flex
Bitches ringing on the trap phone
I

so bright (oh-oh)
People pass and cars go zooming by
But I'm lost in the glow of the city sky

[Verse 2]
Every corner holds a brand new surprise

hand in mine and let us fly
Drifting on and on no worries or just barely getting by
Castle in the sky
Dream big think big
Ever since a little kid
Parents

I was in the trap when all my pockets was dust bunnies
Never change a thang, except the money lanes
Gotta do my thang cause time never wait on dreams

Big Bang Chris
This the intro for no excuses
Starr county the land of the trill
Puro pinche 956 cuhhh
What you know bout being trill huh
What you

the fishes, niggas know I'm a shark
How you go big on big on large? (Go)
'Member we was walkin' on feet? No car
Remember we was broke in a circle, on God

great to finally rest your head
With your dreams to help you fly, the night time quickly passes by
Whether the bottom or the top, the fun never seems

them
Cos they don't got all the requirements
See as I dey pepper dem
Pepper them gang
Big money gang
Pack all the money
Put am for the bag
Wifey never

incognito, uhh
Problems big as my ego, uhh
Prayer, Henny and diesel, uhh
Keep me from killing people, uhh
They quick to show your mistakes, they'll never show

on the carpet
Higher than a cock pit that's
Sicker than a mosh pit the
Reason why that I'm like this cuz
Never met a fucking Baptist well
To write my raps I use