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Don't need em
If a girl think I really ever need her, then she Trippin
Cause baby I'm a star, don't see you in my Future vision

In the rap game, I'm

Never meet a bitch I need
Imma bet it all on me I'm goin' to the top, you'll see
I'm a rock Balenciaga jeans Hell nah, I can't OD
I got a family

j'me couche tard
Matin dans l'coaltar (tar)
(Mais) Mais j'avance sur l'projet de devenir une rock-star
Tu prends qu'du retard (po)
Bâtard (po)
J'reviens

talking smoke, but i dont think you had the steam
Im walkin in solo, boy they said you a team
We go by any means, somebody said you had a dream
Throwin

Lead by the Spirit I'm killing the falseness
Am I a good man?
Or I'm stuck on autopilot
Living on autopilot without the Messiah?
Nah

Now what really

to a place called Coffin Rock
Sliced open to spill the guts
The bodies left to dry and rot
Some return, most do not
Cause in March of 1886
Some little kid went

stars that take off
40 hours wasn't the work that paid off
In the city, ain't no brotherly love, they hate y'all
So why make a hit and run home like

nigga, you're not hot
I spit rocks, you throw them
My glass house occupied by boulders
You're general, I'm a general
My flow's occupying like soldiers

You said I was lame
But I called it lamè
Cause baby I'm gold
And I'm paving the way
I've seen rivers of glitter mountains of stars
Raised by wolves

with the aroma of the biscuits and the green bean casserole...um um um!

The Star of Bethlehem is shinning bright
Bet the kids will get a glimpse of St.

To the west side, that's the best side
And you don't get no badge, you just get by
Don't worry, I'ma meet you in my next life
So cold, keep a phone on the left

it's just imagination
How I stress, it's by design I got her pondering what's my next move

Played her, ballin' like a four star recruit Like I got

Talking About Love
By Ruben H Smith III

Yea yeah yeah 
Talking about love
Listen, baby 

I can see the beauty in your eye
I got tunnel vision

up, shades on, nigga
Like I'm Johnny Cage

Don't rock a watch, cause I ain't got time for broke niggas
No
I'm in the streets, I ain't punchin' your

a bitch
And your niggas gay
That's right hoe you a wussy
Scared to push me
Caught you by yourself
You tried to overlook me
Price is up
So if you wanna see

felt like this here before
And we vibe, like we never used to
We just ride
Long as I got you by my side,
Yeah, it's gon' be alright
Hate to let you go,

I remember the night
I stopped time
Somewhere on ten
Near the California line
Guided by stars
And angels looking down
Something in the atmosphere

a bitch and a thot
Seem there'll never be a difference if I stand in the spot
You can see through their intentions by the way that they talk
Birdie hit me

cigar cutters
Mustard and mayonnaise
Scotty Rock flows on the track like
Fan boats in the Everglades
Drifting in a Mack truck
Devil on my back
Just

two, I always been a stunna
Im'a "track" star bitch, but I never been a runna'

Coming down the court attacking, I could do this in my sleep
Left right

Rock and roll like the stone age
Doin a hundred in the slow lane
On my way to your place
Drinking whiskey sniffin cocaine
You had four bags of my

the hallows
Big money missions the motto
Told her I'll fuck you tomorrow
I ain't got shit you can borrow
Bitch I rock like a guitar
Bitch I'm popping like a bar

nigga
And when I'm sippin' lean, I sip it by the liter, nigga

Bitch, I'm gone, smokin' death, this shit a kill a, nigga
Yo bitch on me, dawg, I think she

Eric B, check out my melody

The fam been paid in full since 86, been dealing

With the craziness, I’ll get you fools 86’d

A star like Ra heat