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I'm still
Still (yes He will)
He's my buckler and my shield
My shield

We wrestle not against
Flesh and blood but principalities
Did you hear me when I

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
I've been working way too hard for me to not be winning
Just have to remind myself this is just the beginning
Lately I've been

on?

Is this thing working?
Is this thing on?

Now you'll never hear him say this
Cause he thinks people still don't know
But winning the battle every

like he bulletproof
He full of anger raging
Gotta show them what these fullys do
He say the weed ain't working he need blood
Well his mental do
I don't

Everyday day
On my A game
I’m too rigid and working no shake shake
See
Cause there’s some kid that you don’t know who’s working way harder than he should
So

of the realest, i'm ready to kill this
The people, they feel us
Me and my team made millions
But you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us
That's why they

that STS wood grain
He lived to bang with a right to bear arms
Nineteen, caked up, but still living with moms
She working two and a half jobs to keep her

don't like me fuck you and the building, you (work in)
If you see us in the club with Cîroc by the tub
We ain't have fun, nigga we (workin')
In the DJ

Behind this smile is just a young nigga
Who so determined
He's broken hearted by the industry
He's always working
He never thought he'd see

The Art of Peer Pressure

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,

will milk you dry
And I'm not talking Similac
Silver back coming out the jungle
Oh and he black
I need to calm down Before I fucking snap
I'm working

between rap, you and the rock and roll community
But unity between country music and MCs, I'm claiming immunity
Still I'm working, sawing, milling this

still acting like he hood 

You can take the man out the hood
But you can't take the hood out the man 
Made me what I am
I said what instead of who 
Bu

another job
Still working on music
Tryna find a style and figure
Out how to use it
But one day he got it, yes, he's so excited
But then he stopped
Said I

cruel
Poor hard done by you
So tell me that I'm blind
To let my heart go rule my mind
It's cruel
Poor hard done by you

Well I've been working

Yeah, I heard he's from the S.W.A.T.S
Yeah, Atlanta
You can tell by his grill
Show me off at all the spots, and it don't matter
So fuck how you

house and the keys
While I pray to do other than me
Imma need you to pray that you're still gonna see
And you still gonna win
He still setting you free

all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working

Yeah yeah
I mean thank God he saves
He done dug me from that grave
And that's only by his grace
I mean isn't that amazing
He my king yeah it's crazy
He

Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"

Mum loves

I aint got it all together by a lot
But imperfections qualify me for the spot
Another day another mercy knuckle up
I know that God still cookin' up

telling me?)
Claim you love me, but yo aura full of jealousy (It's full of jealousy)
Spoke to God, cause I think He still know what's best for me (I think

played to play that
Bullshit over and over and over, and when
I say that bullshit on me, what
I'm saying is: We love Drake
Drake is great he a great artist

Street Money

Rick Ross

Carol City's King

2008

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that street money