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Spectrum too wide wit too many colors
Be careful u might get a seizure
Life is good like said by future
But 2020s putting me on a stretcher
This year goes

Dime up in this this bitch been in the game like I’m madden 
You playing games and you get a hit stick I’ll never be lacking 
On ever track I be

(Wecko on the beat yo)
I took the dirty route
Running ‘round the southside, with a thirty out
Got older, then I took the cleaner route
Know you heard

1646 brick baby o hunna, Osama
ESPN, 6

I don't do too much talking
That's what got your homie whacked (Grah)
I don't diss on dead opps
Just roll

We Gon' Make It

Diddy

Press Play

2006

six-four, I'm Diddy no tint
I can't hide in New York City
I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted

That's me

The future rap prophecy

Playing monopoly in the street

In the summer heat

Watch a nigga get high to this 

Beat.beat.beat.beat.

Put this

The future rap prophecy

Playing monopoly in the street

In the summer heat
Watch a n*gga get high to this 

Beat.beat.beat.beat.

Put this shit on repeat

I

"Mr.Reaper on the track"
You call me a demon
So what
Promoting the fiending
Grow up
Say what you meaning
Show up
Believe what you reading
Hold up

stop

It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til' the new year drop
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop

My Flag/Da Homies

Mitchy Slick

The Documentary 2.5

2015

later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tre rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my-

Maybe I should

You're a gangster? That's not how I see it
You're a fricking liar, turn around and beat it
Haha
You may thank me, you might just think this is just

fine, crack open a cold one with us and enjoy the Ride
Brought to you by N-Sayne Entertainment

Time to wake up smell the coffee beans and feel the rush

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

lady will sing
And tomorrow becomes here and now

Time's not what you think
It's an imperfect way
To keep track of your life passing by
One day will fly

Big plans, we got big big plans coming up in this mother fucka
Six hands, it was six hands when we came with mathed up off the cuff nigga
And that

cre you ready for the mix track 
Ready get by
Mister C upon the mic
Y'about to get high
 I've been sparing on the blunts from the left to the right

what I say
Can't wait for a reach out goes both ways
Look forward to the future can't dwell on old days
Step on the track I'm confident I know that I'm

T you end up in the harbour
Inevitably, I'm one of the better MCs
Tentatively they stepping to me
Separated by at least seven degrees
Heaven decrees I got

how it feels to be judged by pigment
Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
But I swore I'd get them back
Even if it meant selling my soul

On these raps I spit fire never lack
I attack the beat leaving no tracks
To retract no regrets
Hustle hard no setbacks
In the lab flowin' so intact
Boutta

skin
Stay relentless even when the future looking grim
Days gone by
Like it's all a blur
Tryna give it all I got while I'm on this earth
Wasted Time

Fuck my life baby tell me what you want from me
I keep getting over you, you keep getting under me
Looking to the future and yet I can't see in front

Yeah, EWALK just ran a whole 26 miles
Cook up for days we got lyrics in piles
Walk in the bank and I'm greeted with smiles
Sauce any beat with

the trick
Believe in yourself get the greatest feat
Nothing achieved when you go six feet
Tune in my track and you get uplifted
Cos, Yo..
Soldier today today