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I told you that I'd manage
To be there by 5
Don't worry bout your past tense
It's okay we're fine
They'll make-
They'll make up stories bout what's

worried 'bout nothin' (nothing)
Nigga, back up, I'm right there, my racks up (racks)
I got girls 17-5, no molester (racks)
They get nervous, I'm starting

Let's dance together
憂鬱なんて goodbye (high five)
今日という日は 曇りのち快晴
Don't stop the music
笑って you're my hero (high five)
君がいて 始まるのさ new story

Yo 駅駆け込む展開

nine-to-five (no way)
Brudi, schmeckt, Gucci-Bag, wallah
Stacks, Stacks, Stacks
Keine Storys, alles real
Das sind Facts, Facts, Facts

Meine zukünftige

nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why

No More Interviews

Big Sean

No More Interviews

putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album

These are the elements of a verse
Sherman cigarettes - but it gets worse
Footprints on the running board of his wall
And by the way his name was Paul

about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper

[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up

Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom
Sabrina Jackson god bless her soul
We gon' get it on in
Here nothing but real shit

Yo, shorty ain't a shorty

That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track

still exists (Yes)
We've been blinded by the bling
The thought of being the king of the ghetto
Lost focus of our dreams and just settled
We got power but

wrist breitling, gotta do my thing 
I reuse barz, recycling 
I hit so hard, I be lighting
I go by bike, I be cycling

Verse
Tell you my story
Tell me

Influenced by a TRU nigga ain't no fear in death
Breather life nigga I spit it until my last breath
V I S I O N morherfucking plug
This the Finest Music thug

out the grind
While they was playing Madden and Live
Now when them numbers tally up they in the  back of the line
Eight One Five, get rowdy, rowdy, get

a rover
Once was the stranger
But now life's full of danger
But I face my enemies
Crown on my chest like a major
Twenty-five in my eighty-eight
Mumma raised

talent a vášeň hluboko v morku kosti
Něco co prostě musí jít VEN
Stejně jako ta energie před tréninkem
Sbírám tu story, chytám svý cíle
Jsou věci který mi

IQ test za jedna
Dneska jsem měl luštěniny, ta křížovka zhebla
Je čas zjednat si respekt, v textech jsou vesměs mrdky
Ty by mohly uspět v těhotenskejch

worry, I sabi the story (chee) for inside the Lungu
And my maga is dropping the raba (fa fa fa) by five in the morning
five in the morning
Me and Sade labe

I was never cut out to work a 9-5
A black man's only job is to stay alive
I try to keep my nose clean but still afford nice things
I'll do anything

skill
I don't need you for inspiration I inspire myself
To evolve I caterpillar to butterfly
Man I'm top five whether it's living or otherwise
With no

All Black Everything

Lupe Fiasco

Lasers

2011

a backspin
The Rat Pack was cool group of black men
That inspired five white guys called The Jacksons
Eminem fitted in but then again
He inspired a black

out

On me, everyone  bobbin heads to this flame beat

So we, tackle the challenge to tell a story 

DD,

Get the fuck out my laboratory 

Wassup nigga

The Kids

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP [Import Bonus CD]

2000

back 
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old 
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold 
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by