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cause he can't read my mind
Looking for shìt he can't find
If you got my back then I'll give you my spine
Treat me like gold and I'm making you mine

a daze cause I'm back in the game with a graze
I'm back
Now that I'm back, you can gimme that bag
Everyone that talked shit, gone be feeling my wrath
It's

How Did I Get Here

J. Cole

Father of 4

2019

(Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I'm from the south, had a gold grill (Gold

Bad Boy On Death Row

Dave East

Kairi Chanel

2016

I welcome ya'll to greatness
You now witnessing a legend
Real nigga shit

Uh, I've seen it all from a crackhead living room
Never get in tune

Ghetto D

Master P

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

to the D Boys (drug dealas) 

Neighborhood dope man 

I mean real niggas 

Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents 

Ain't got a dime, but I rides

Yeah yeah yeah
Woah yeah
Fatty come from the hood I'm a real G
People lyin' dead that shit don't faze me
Stranger lookin' thru the woods he don't see

Walk in this bih like Bruce Lee (Huh)
Take my shirt off, I'm Gucci (Uh)
Drip on yo bih like whoopsie
She tryna kick it like Hu Li
Move real smooth like

the state
I hustle hard, It's a paper chase
All day, I'm on my grind
What can I say, money on my mind
I'm a real dude take pride in that, don't push me I push

be this your matter dey make I dey feel
Your loving be real
Your loving be real
As you no dey gimme no matter
You dey make I dey feel
Your loving be

It's New year new me
All of that bullshit
I been living life yea
All of that cool shit
You know it stay lit
Homie I ain't lying
So gimme that, all

M.E.M.P.H.I.S.

Three 6 Mafia

When the Smoke Clears

2000

Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, why-ya, why-ya, ya,

[Lil Wayne talking]

I like my seat down low and my window slighty
Crack'd ridin wit a bad hoe and her girlfriend in the back. I
Like to get real

I'm ready

Love my team, I'll die for them niggas, ahh
(Real rap) hating-ass niggas in my circle
Had to cut 'em out (Cut 'em)
Gold

(Nigga i'm my own man)
Boy fuckem
Fosho

I came in dis bitch by myself (LO$)
Naw nigga ion need co-sign
Got a plug out in Texas
Gimme blocks lik he play

I'm drippin' in gold
I'm drippin' in gold
I'm ready to blow
Eight gold chains on my neck like Shabba
As I pull up with my gang
Watch 'em haters trip

Teet

Melvins

Houdini

1993

SUBMITTED BY: Angel Dust

HONEY BUCKET: 
In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast and clean.
I gotta motor fare the wheel real fast and fear.

You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV

The Truth

KRS-One

In Defense of Animals, Vol. 2

1996

It's not natural if it goes against God
It's not factual Her truth is not hard
It's not natural if it goes against God
It's not factual gimme

need some one that's real fine
real hot real nice we vibe we out good vibe
I need someone by my side 
real time whos down
might find my wife who knows

by the game
That I got in store
But now I don't feel fazed
Imma have to go out the door
Yeah I ain't gotta be in touch with a bitch like that
Ain't

Like This

Mack 10

Hustla's Handbook

2005

hop in and roam,
With khaki suits on,
And we real with it homes,
These rap dudes is clones,
Mess around with Mack Dime,
And foe' sho it be on,

it like that
That's facts, I like the way that you thug it
Hands on my hips, lick your lips while we fuckin'
Push it real good, push it good, keep

up
Barbecues by the pool, the neighbors can't believe it's you
Livin how you will, house up on the hill
Rides with big wheels, it's they worst