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sales and streams
None of that shit entails dreams
Fuck rap, fuck press
Fuck feeling like I'm less
If it ain't 'bout my happiness
Then I could give a fuck

bless
Safe, bye, gwan
I won't clash none of these MC's
Before we start, I've already won
This is grime, it's not rap jME, not Raekwon
Dun know the MySpace

There was something about you that made
Me think I fell in love
I even feel stupid when I put it in lyrics
It was on my mind all the
Time but I wouldn't

My name's Mac ecstasy, cocaine and crack
None of that I just smoke green
While Chinese people eat your cat
Roll by on a low-ride Huffy
Simpsons

to go

Well I'm not fucking
With none of these niggas
Plugging the scheme game (No)
Don't get it twisted
When you see me playing the weed lane (Yup)
My

blessin bitch I'm way up
I really live what I'm rapping my nigga
Ain't none of these lyrics been made up
That money in fact what we made from
That where we

Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll
Stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex
I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category

Not the music
The lyrics
The beat
Not the sound
Not the melody
The voices
The Energy
Not the fans
Not the soul, the pain and the agony
The work,

none
And when I sing this song, don't let the lyrics fool you at all, at all
I feel free when I'm without you
'Cause I can do the things I couldn't do
I

Young, you gave me a whole new vision
Of the potential that music can have when you choose to follow God
With genius lyrics and composition that tells all

a stone is the wickedest task
Yet, rivers do flow, lyrics do grow
And rise and rise to terrible, terrible proportions
Stifling the weak heart, made they

touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
Nigga what, raised by ballers, I'm legit
And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick
You don't believe

the tools that'll drill em.
bitches at the table twerking and sipping, we all tryna fuck but ain't none of us tricking.
Henny out the bottle blurring my

on a stick
Get shit on by Jimmy, oh really? Yes
Stand at my heights get giddy
Look down, it's a long drop
Wanna test me? Hole in one that's a long shot

You know me it's that fella
Spat more lyrics on that one Castella
Tune that I bodied, then these cats never
They don't wanna back chat never
I

will catch in no time if his production guy was better
And theres nothing I like better then new battle lyrics
My favorite jam is "Secret Agent" man

Don't Know Me

Byron Bank

Current Situations

gotta show me love, cause shit I love myself
A fuck I'll never give, I ain't got none left
Gave you all of me, but overlooked cause my appearance
By

The Horse I Rode in On

Corb Lund

Horse Soldier! Horse Soldier!

2007

music and lyrics by Corb Lund


The show was a big one, an olde rodeo

They'd been trying to hire us for a few years or so

The grandstand was

triggers but really cross fingers and wishin' on faith
My hunger was boomin'
When I started movin' the lyric my pen started smokin' like vape
Sat many times

of girls
But you gotta dress nice suckers, I'm a gee
I got some clocks I ain't touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
Nigga what, raised by