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(Picture this)
Lil' old me getting racks like Nordstrom
Ain't nobody lemme in they ear I forced 'em
(Idiot)
And I'm bringing home more portions
Baby

to reach the top
I took some Ls but even klay, will miss a shotv
So it don't matter what u say, I'm still getting gwap
And they pay a lot


You got it like

stay
If it get sticky I ain't come to play
Call a audible , I switch the game
In a Audi blue, I'm switching lanes
Speeding up, tryna leave my pain
Take

Shit’s gonna get old and imma look For a girl made outta gold
But I can’t pull and I can’t move on
I mean, why not? You’re a good Looking guy
‘Cause I’m

yesterday
See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade
And I don't give a damn what none of y'all say
We bout the only group that deserve to get paid
So roll

My Kinda Nigga, Pt. 2

Heather B.

First Family 4 Life

1998

gun-blazin berkuance
Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels
(dominated) by true school rules
Faggot, do you have it? look I'm

At Your Inconvenience

Professor Green

At Your Inconvenience

2011

serious? Your Mum)

I ain't answering anymore of your questions, 
You know what? I have a question
Who's idea was it to get in the charts, 
By rhyming

get like me
Boy yo pockets don't got racks (No no no)
Boy you better stop fore' that choppa hit yo head
Boy you better stop fore' that choppa hit yo

a bop
Like the leader of the mob I like everything I got
Roll a game like we the mob
Homie sceen he don't fight But he bustin' out he Glock
Glock, Glock,

shout out all my plugs
But I can’t say no names
Just because I’m rapping don’t mean
I ain’t in the game
Yeah, the money come quick, shit
It feel like it’s

You know, people don't say much about where I'm from
But it's a beautiful place
Full of beautiful faces
And a lot of gone without a traces
But I

keep nobody around me who ain't good for me
You can eat it in my car don't get it on my seats
I know the pain on my name keep 'em away from me
Pain on my

turned they back
Wasn't with me in the gym but to the game wanna get a pass
Chip on my shoulder whole life it's weighed heavy there
Student of the music

lot
I wanna smoke my pot and run away with the jay
Do what I do and let em say what they say
Game of life you gotta pay up to play
I'm so grateful that

needed a moment to myself
Since then I've been slow on the rise
I don't wanna hide the way that I'm feeling
It's one of a kind no it can't be repeated
You

where I went and slipped up
Mad times gone by like a drive-by, no shots heard when I'm blasting the HiFi
Life is a game, beat in one day, climbing heights

If I love you right or wrong Ima ride to the end
On my side we don't pretend I was raised by made men
Knew the game by age of 10 that's when my uncle

description say
Any muthafucka get in my way I might slay

I'm sorry, dog
Don't mean to do ya dirty
That's how it is
It's business, nothin' personal
I'm sorry,

at the award show
About to get the bag
Never slacking on the wardrobe
Dripping in my old-skools
Skys on the torso
Ambition never foreclose
I don’t need a horror

And where is the love? Certainly not here 
One by one all my old friends disappear 
Running away for jobs we need but don't want 
So let's fucking drown

grade in high school i'm off of the piss pack 
only the old Rae fans gon get that
if a nigga hating break him off like kit kat 
swallow my shit i ain't

really cared for us
This what I mean humans be staying poisonous
Anytime anyone anywhere does shit
Somebody somewhere at some point gets fucked with
Don’t

Tryna stary from the pack it's just a Part of my trait
Stay true to gang
It's never okay to stay in place
I gotta get out my way
Playing game on my phone

of the line
You'll fall back on your knees
Get stung by an octopus
The slippery samurai of the ocean that pretends to be an original gangster, that wanders