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waste where the apes ate
I smh, I let you nay-say, y'all legends ain't safe
I desecrate Flex, I decorate Sway
I estimate a hundred left, I let the kay

him down, uh

Pull that Drake on them, you ain't know then you know now
It's so much cake on me, you ain't know what you know now
Light, not now, I'm so

Uh
Uh
So many drakes so by mistake they think we o.v.o

This chopper leave a nigga frozen once i let it go
I took some blows then came back thats

a soul you trust
Niggas fakin
They pray i fall off
Pray they
Die by disease
Bones achinn
I'm really gone catch him
And leave that boy faceless
Better be

(When you me)
And by the looks of things this
Shit ain't what it seems nigga
Just give me a reason

Bullets holes in Momma whip
7 chrome in my momma couch

uncertain, but I still believe in it
She asked me if I'm nervous, told her I ain't fearin' shit

I support your dreams, she want a PhD and shit
Your man don't

know I been grinding VVs on my chain
This ain't no drought all we know is maintain
The plug threw a play, I go hard in the paint
I gotta keep going got

the pound yeah
I bring it in by the pound

I bring it in by the pound yeah
I bring it in outta town yeah
No I ain't playing around yeah
Lil boy gone get gun

[LUPE FIASCO: TALKING]
Uh, what up y'all!
Soundtrack what's popping baby?
Y'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representing that first

Evil Twin [Clean]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP2 [Clean] [Deluxe Edition]

2013

feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I

Evil Twin

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP 2

2013

feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I

rounds and the drake don't miss
Mask, gloves, no face no print huh
I don't know what I did, got em feeling like that
Bitch text too long, I ain't gonna

hood, niggas Harry Styles
My mother sold water in the trench
We don’t carry towels
I pulled up tryna serve him, he nervous
Kaydo got the drake, a nigga

Ayy, look, look

Who the fuck is that? It's a disguise
You ain't who I thought I recognized
Twenty thousand pound on your rent
Bitch, I coulda spent

me who I am
Tryna send a nigga home, grand slam

Guns gon' put you to sleep, stance
I get nervous when I see a white van
Live by the store, die by

won't burn out
When we catch em we gone see about it
Said I ain't gone make it nigga I doubt it
Hitting the gas try to find where you stay
Pussy ass bitch

[Chorus: IzzyyDrake]
It's the fake Drake and the fake Durk, attack of the clones now (Six, baby)
This ain't no gang shit but you know O Block meets

nigga, I want revenues
My back against the wall, heart scar, Drake felt by any who

Fuck if niggas think I'm green, ain't proving shit cause I'm the truth

It ain't no pressure on money or weed cuz lately I get everything that I want
If it ain't exotic then don't even cop it cuz I don't like smelling no

They ain't gone step cus they know how we come
I was just spinning by fa real
Getting high fa real
Gang nem I can send em by fa real
Ol dude we can get

I told her she cant do better than a young nigga
It aint no debating who better cause you know I already won nigga
If a nigga try test me I swear it

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up

It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands,

Rose-Colored Boy

Paramore

After Laughter

2017

are breaking, and wars are raging on
And I have taken my glasses off
You got me nervous
I'm right at the end of my rope
A half-empty girl
Don't

this nigga took to recoup (How long he took to recoup)
I can tell I got you shook by the look, it's the proof
They got studios in Dubai, nigga, what's