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get one life it ain't no other way 'round

Two years ago my Paw Paw went to his heavenly home
Every time I step inside the house it don't feel like he

Fought my manager ass
Bout some Petty cash 
Right off cascade
By the Applebee's

And they seeing the good
That I keep on doing
Always capping
Now they

hopped out the car and Frank saw me
In a parking lot in his Ferrari
He opened the door and the leather was looking Godly
Real talk could've cost a mill
He

we all break our backs
Now just to get by
Go to school to get a job
Won't pay enough to survive
So blind to the fact that the Government lies
Fillin'

vision of sight
So I'm chilling sipping on this L.I.T
She grab your boy by the hand and said dance with me
She grinding on me like this is her favorite

call him Maverick
Don't delay oh, we came party
Covered by blood, (Huh) La Di Da Di
Everybody, go kung-fu pow (Hi-Ya)
Where the pride at, go ahead wear

through his lung
I just be fried out my mind all the time
I don't even know where I be going
Hop out the 4 door, got man on me
I'ma hit that lick on my

Live & Die

Nappy Roots

The Pursuit of Nappyness

2010

Uhh, that's right
Uhh, know what it is

I remember mixtape exclusive, no name producers
You wasn't hot til' you sold by all boosters
Run up in

scorching ya feet
Week after week it's the same song on repeat
Plus there's no water down in hell it's burning hot and dry
I'm always dirty, so damn thirsty I

neither
Come around my block & take shots I'm going to denie ya
Dikembe Mutombo my flow still jumbo
Stumble upon all my songs & stay humble
Decisions,

on the floor
These shots cure naps, go straight to ya fro
I'm talkin' bout straight to your noggin
Nigga got cap in his rap he always flodging
Shout out Lil'

the screams when I was watching clips
Man wait nah I ain't tryna remember that shit
And to my people standing up I hope you know I love ya
And when it's all

spending with J
i guess she flew hi giving BJ

know what im doing, yea i did my own
i talk to my bro, yea he know shes a foul
ma momma said “you better did

Cuz you're afraid to see me out here killin shit like Heath Ledger
Fucking imposters
I'm profitin off ya
Weak sense of self
You're addicted to your

respect it
Uncle was a murderer, my cousin was a burglar
Disrespect the family, we make sure they never heard of ya
Singin' all these songs so they think

a song, then I'll do that on ma dukes
Everything that I just said, that's just that
Nigga say that he better than me? Nah, never been that
All these people

rub me the wrong way
Matter of fact, I'ma let the song play
Recite the bars like my life was scarred
Like I gambled had to fight the odds
And despite

Shakin' in the Alley

Mac Mall

Immaculate

Mall
Cold turkey, but now you're back perky
Goin out to all the be	-boys and the girlies
I'ma keep ya bouncin like the Sugarwolf Shirlies
Suckers ain't

Sincerely

J.U.I.C.E.

100% Juice

2001

me for lunches and drinks inside they limos?
And fu#k around and play me somebody else's demo
J-you ya'll niggaz all know what his name is
The Cat that

10,000 Hours

Evidence

Weather or Not

2018

worthy"?
My friends did it big and my friends did it early
Met a lot of people I admired, inspired by their talent
I looked the other way if they was

betta ask somebody
If they need it first I'ma attack somebody
You don't want nuttin' but to
Pass right by me
Whole business came knockin' I
Could pass

we doing
By the Highest Power that created everything
No amount of money equals 2 ya wedding ring
Hook

Still I Rise

Sam Adams

Boston's Boy

his damn hands on (Matty Trump motherfucka)
And then my life was what I planned for
Ya you can catch me at the airport flyin' first class
Know I'm

own bottle
Cause we gon' party till the lights come on
And if the song stop, fuck it cause my mic still on
Man, don't see her face but I see her thong