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the gimmicks I see in between 'em
I think you little niggas is finished
There's nobody reaching the level that we pacing the game at
Don't make me repeat it

Say hi to my old friend
I been tryna kick him out, he still come round now and then
He sleeps on my couch and he spends all of my dowry
Wastin all my

got that orange
Fanta, shawty a Leo but got told a lie that her boyfriend had cancer
Shut up little boy I ain't sending no disses
Just popped up with

to rest, sometimes I don't even sleep
Never catch me lackin', boy, I always got my glee
Talk dumb, I'ma hit that nigga in his teeth
I'm a hustler, baby, I

the boulevard
Show these scars like art
On the walls at Juilliard
Little blocks that we ran
Made us who we are
Till we fall prey
We ball hard
No movie stars

I remember when I was a very little girl
Our house caught on fire
I'll never forget the look on my father's face
As he gathered me up in his arms

whole childhood
Just to explode
I want this more than what's
Under Mila Kunis' robe, meanwhile
Daddy's lil' girl askin' for mo' money
But little did he

Clue what I'm going through
So when I saw this little girl
Her whole mouth was crushed
It was deformed, scars, dirt in one shoe
Her feet wore
Shirt torn,

could make songs
And still burst packs
Free my big bro loops, on his final third lap
Niggas hating cah he a made a
Quick 50 in the can
Always saying I got

The food on my floor
I'm like EASY E LIL B it's this NAUSeating
Smell but he kicked me out the door
I'm thinking DID HE just do that
As a girl walks by
Her

Used to rock sterling
Now my shorty wearin' pearls
Fuck with grown women
No time for these little girls
I used to think about the things
In which I never

Show you a little bit of
Versatility on my end
Let's show you how we do it
Listen to this, niggas

Uh, yeah, uh yeah
I don't give a damn if I'm hated

Little niggas pack guns to
Make the crowd disperse
The preacher's own son
They be on his way to church
When you lose a friend I can't
Explain the way it

Everyone's hyping about tonight
I might even have to turn off my phone
Bare phone calls and text messages
'Cause these girls want guest list, no
You best pay

a motherfucker

If you ain't heard I'm the
Definition of a real jugg
Zone 6 Little Mexico
Yeah I run my fuckin' hood
Nigga wanna whole thing
I charge his ass

I remember when I was a little girl
Our house caught on fire
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
in his arms

Uh, uh
Let's do it, uh, uh
Turn me up a little bit more, uh, uh
They know, like that, uh

It go young nigga (young nigga), old nigga (old nigga)

fucking with my hearing I ain't hear shit
Couldn't tell by my persona how I'm fearless
Seen your thotty hit a trappy with like bare crips
Run around,

finna see my shorty with the money that I gained
Put a girl beyond my art before I couldn't entertain
I'm ashamed, usually a nigga is more tame
But

a god, like I'm Finn
Dick automatic, girl where have you been
You know that shit tragic when niggas repent

I need me a bad bitch that never resent
Left me

But Lady Luck's a fickled girl
cnd eats up guys like me

c good song always rises to the top
I once was told 
By a Hall of Fame songwriter, whose words

AND FOUR BY FOUR'S
AND GIRLS THAT LOVE BOYS LIKE US 

WE SAW THE BLUE LIGHTS FLASHING WHEN MY TRANS AM TOPPED THE HILL 
THE CHASE WAS ON IT WAS ALMOST DAWN

said, "Why bother at all?
I just arrived by the train from Bombay"
Never heard anyone say it so plain

The prettiest girl in the room stood
Collected

SOILED IN REGRET

It's fun murdering words that are blood curdling,
By now, you must live under a rock, if you ain't heard of him.
Madchild, I don't