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yeah
I do it for the team all year
Makin it rain
Fuck is you sayin charge to the game I know my lane
To better understand it took all my change
Finding

What We Do

Jay-Z

Hip Hop #71: True Gangsta

2003

Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga
It's that real shit

Even though what we do is wrong

We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack

a parrot 
You been a bird I can hear it 
Ya toes fit in them Nikes 
Then go ahead wear it
See
I tried to show em what the real was 
Years later it's still us 

what they all came for I was untied i got grabbed
Am balling on every season God is with me big facts
Rich steppers all around with me
They don't fake

the fame
Wanna come out when the sun out, wasn't fucking with the rain
That's why I never trust a soul cause people never stay the same
Don't let them niggas

found this rap
Found my soul
Big brother showed me all these flows
Wanna be like him, wanna be cold
But that fork we saw gave us two roads, and he fell

Nappy Roots Day

Nappy Roots

Wooden Leather

2003

[Chorus]

[R. Prophit]
Bring out your kids and just treat em
cotton candy plus freedom
raised by (?) and feed em
sweet as Shirly Temple singin
Clown

fam, pistol grip i'mma' hit you, blam
Clap for that four-five, I'm a Donovan Mitchell fan
Still getting big over a card deck
Push-ups then take it right

Bass strings and piano keys
By green grass reading poetry
I am the sick the dead I am
Warm body asleep underneath
Excuse me for having a heart

She whispering prayers
I'm not letting go
Come baby come baby
Fuck with a pro
When you gon let me know
Smoke it real slow
Keep your voice down down down

anything for my baby
It's obvious that I'm the only real one
He gone find
Even if we walk away our souls are intertwined
Went through all your phases
But I'm

the door
Wish on 3 hail Mary's
I'm coming for your soul
Fuck the fame fuck the money
I need another body
This one too weak for my plan
It's dying on me
Like

gotta go 
We not goin That’s on soul
No stoppin 
Once these  Wheels Done touch the Floor 
Neva fold Neva told 
Bikelyfe Livin bold 
Gettin out Even in

INRTO: For Every Real Nigga Who Got A Mama
Much Love To The Ones Who Lost Theirs Man
(Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yeaah)
My T-Lady Call The Police On Me
She

get to flexing on instagram broke
And the bitches been selling they soul
Shit be sad for real
Niggas get to flexing on instagram broke
And the bitches

don't want to chill lil baby (I don't)
Telling her no or maybe
I'm a saint but my soul need saving
Like Ripley's
Believe it or not big blickys
Been bout

fucking with big booty bitches looking like mullato
And she won't be here by tomorrow
Shot after shot after shot of the Blanco
Mix the remy red bull then I

Red or purple? I mix both
I've been showing love for too long
It gotta stop fuck the haters, fuck the opps
Fuck the ones who ain't believe
Fuckin' hoes,

Mhm
Yea yea yea
Uhuh
I got nothing to lose
Only sumn to prove
Yea
I play by a code you know how it go
Swear that I can't trust a soul seen em

rappers by day's end
Yet they lack the skill niggas don't really rap for real
I clap the steel you 100 yard dash like it was track and field
Cut from a rare

got niggas hatin' for real this shit is wack
Persuadin' to bust a mack before we have each other's back
But I could play the fool though

Poor misguided

Got some real big goals I gotta grind for I can't just talk I gotta go get it
I was dreamin' wishin' I was whipin' round that hellcat
I was feelin'

American Pie

Catch 22

Washed Up! EP

1999

for you
With a beat that's brand new
That's right cuz I'm the big smooth and you be feeling my groove
Yeah I'm the motherfucker showing Jordan his

got a pending case
How you claiming you a real but ratting for that cake
I cant rap about my opps just know he took some to the face
Im a big shot