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All the bonds that I have been breakin'
They is way too old
I can't wait to tell my family
All the stories that unfold
Nigga be fake like a ski
Pull up

Not because yuh see di shawty love party
Nuh mean say as yuh buck her she ago run di ting shortly
Not because ah girl doh love go out
Dat nuh mean

Don't be

Don't be confused by the numbers and views
I hear a lot of me, I know you hear it too
It's cool, I pay attention too, I get it
The downside

them bucks 
Judge throw your life away cause he don't give no fucks 

clways getting money keep gawp on me 
I aint slippin you can never get the drop

they're about
To die and they're
About to meet what's ever after
Death it's funny nobody
Want's to turn to God 'til it's too late
'til it's time for you

up
Oh who dead wrong I pull up and leave a fire
What you said uh I can't lie it really stuck uh
Doubt me I take 10 and being Giannis I need bucks
No

think obscurity is their destiny
Child they be begging
Please
Say my name Say my name

I'm too grown
For these High school games
These cats are all compra

went Rogue
Flash back to the past
In case you didn’t know
Your mommy kicked the bucket
Cause you’re too slow
You sunk into your guilt but you
Couldn’t

think that it's World War II 
By the way 1500 gon' slide with the cannon
I really don't be doin' shit to these niggas 
But just let me talk, and I'll

need your applause 
Keep it a buck
You niggas outta luck 
I'm back on my beastly 
You niggas can't see me
My come up ain't easy, I make it look peachy

when you're not with me
But that's fine I don't wanna be
With someone who makes me feel as if I did some type of thing
To deserve this, do I look too

bold ripples
I know you niggas wish you could prevent it
'Cause I get buck like my Kool Aid's got way too much sugar in it
You better run like I'm

Dammit

Magnificent Tracers

Extreme Sports [K-Tel]

1999

her?
A day late a buck short I'm writing the report
On losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now

And it's happened once again
I'll turn

Blood Type [Street mix]

Tragedy Khadafi

The Year of the Backslap

1999

bitches too
And you can't trust 'em
So I ask my niggas...

Yo
Yo, cross-breed, 2-5, Arab seed
My life speed, that's why we all smoke weed
Thug mind be

You know I hit her with that DX
I tell her to suck it
I’m too blunt
I swear i got that smooth touch
Stay dangerous
Get murked for a few bucks
I’m finna

The topics at hand
It was hard work or 
Feelin useless
Never had to starve but 
Fah too many years 
A nigga didn't want his pops involved
He saw
The marks

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you love me, if you need me
'Fore you free me, you could hold me down
Flowers for the fellas 'fore it's too late and we won't be

dress, I'll get a zipper
Lookin' like the actions, lookin' like a million bucks
Bae, let me shake this rust, yeah
I'm seein' it clear, I went to the mirror

a long year
I'm not by myself so don't
Try that from the rear
I got Dizzy runnin' with me
I'd advise you be aware

Uh, mindset racing, I got a duffle bag

loves her?
A day late, a buck short
I'm writing the report
On losing and failing
When I move, I'm flailing now

And it's happened once again
I'll

the tooth
Pint in the liter, jugg school, no teachers
Been lick season, comin' up by the meter
Always got the baddest bitch
My ex lil' mad, she wasn't shit

it stealth
Maintained my wealth
I work too hard
To not have shit
I raised the bar
I chopped the bricks
And dropped them in
With concrete kicks
I'm

Grimy New York is what you hear when I talk 
If you get out of line you'll be outline by chalk 
By far I don't see the competition no where near me

tapeworms too, an itchy ringpiece proves you're part of the crew
The only way to kill 'em is by drinking a brew, twelve pints of cider stops the itchy residue