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been striking gold in my darkest hours
Wish I could tell you more, but I been late by the hour
I've seen my potential it's showing
Trying to fuck with

Had a cow but I sold
Her for some worthless beans
I was down till a burglary and a murder had
Turned me from poor to a rich cunt
I sling rhymes that

five
Stop pocket watching from the sidelines
Who am I
Who are you
Black yellow white green or blue
What it is
What it do
Touchdown Blue 42
Put my soul

Global

Mac Dre

Romp in Peace/Thizz in Peace

2011

Nicholas Cage
Did 4 years, 4 months in the feds, but couldn't get no peace
Released from the belly of the beast, but the 'ralies put a nigga on a leash

academy depravity
I'm tryna get away from all the deans
Won't forget it's out the mud with the blood on my jeans
Well happily, I been wasting time till it's

they wanna hear the sauce
Peter in a way different from Paul
Everyone that singing, let me switch up on y'all
She brushing off her nigga, just to kick it

We did all that we could do
But we failed the last review
A virus spreads to me from you
Sickening me too
My green light, peters out, out of view

is me on my battle rap, I've never battled cats
I just write from the heart, I make beats and then I start
Spitting like I'm livid, I'm living for

Took it step by step till I got here
The journey of a thousand miles starts with a step
Can't forget where we comin from no one gon tell you watch

the gun play
I've been racking up a list 
Just wait till I spray
I ain't on some let by gones be by gones
I'm treating you like it's Hamilton
10 Paces

Maxwell and tell her that she's free to pimp 'em
One up Kathy Griffin, get some Mexicans and storage bins
Have 'em jerk off in one till there's four inches

off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried

appetite 
Looking down on you niggas 
Looking out from my flight 

I be puffin that gas 
Shorty say imma fein
Only thing I need is the mother fucking green
I

Dominique doss
Go quick and long
Bitch im randay moss
All u rappers is sweet
Yall get yall tossed
I go i go
I am him 4 sho
Before i sell my soul
Imma kill my

mans 

You ain’t talking real money till a hunnid Bandz 
You ain’t making real money till a hunnid grand 
Made from a different fabric cuz I never tare

on the real
What you wouldn't do for love I bet my new shorty will
Facts!
Do 4 Luv (Straight up and down like that, from the side, from the back)
Everything,

to try lean
And think a squirt of visine will save them when their eyes bleed
Shit flows, fake rap
You really want to play that 8 track album from a rapist

Ambulance sirens holler in the late night
It's murder, Compton nigga, it don't stop
Fuck the world, Dre'll blow it up
If you down, throw it up, soak
It up

taking me for
Ten lines left
But I only need four
Chop off the top
But I'm keeping the doors
Stayed in the trap
With the gang for the cause
He not the boss

You make me mad, like I don't know you Deuce, but I just matched your 4, not the two
I mix, green purple red my cup, sick Got the flu
Mixing primary

I never wanna go back now
Started from nothing, no handouts
Yeah these are facts now
I'm on a mission, never back down
I never wanna go back
Been

Grippin' Grain

E.S.G.

City Under Siege [Wreckchopped and Screwed]

2000

pretty, on a tour all across my city
Sipping drank by the pint, about to bust my kidney
From the North to the South, we gon represent
I'm getting bent

I hit the court and I ball
Thirty Three

Green on me like Larry Bird
She want me to marry her
Skrt skrt skrt

I gotta stay by myself
Don't need a wife

Money on me like
Money on me like
Money on me like
Money on me like
Money on me like white on rice
Green stack wit a thick blue stripe
I need that in