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and I done
lost a lotta Niggas, so my trust fucked up,
mayne….

[Chorus (4X)]

[Verse 3:]
Sittin' nites, need my medicine and my
needles, All

down,
When the cops showed up,

It was extraordinary, extraordinary,
Now and then I must aspire,
To go out of the ordinary,
And set the world on fire,

Boom Boom

Fredo

Tables Turn

2018

off man it's likely my team
Still I swear down I'm keeping up 
Fuckery in Gucci, they love me in Louis
By age 16 I was stuck up in juvie
Now I fly

Next Levels

DJ Food

You Don't Know (DJ Food's 1000 Masks Mix)

2008

my lines
Hold up, respect the architect
Digital rollin', my whole crew roll with VS
Type to master this whole universe in three steps

We stretch

Man #1: "What's in my backpack "
Man #2: "Right now in my
Backpack is a laptop, four records
One of them is +Peter Piper+ 12"
Three Serato records

car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels grumblin' down 'neath the floor.
And the sons

always on hunt for paper I need millions
I need millions I'm Gru you niggas minions
Niggas want they hand up in the pot ain't put a penny in
Feel like 50

real life Tony
Fuck around and up the Uzi on him
Pushing EDDs, punching kicks at the same time
Linked up with Dev
Take the reader down to KY
Dee

by the fame
It's just a product of the work
'Stead I been cooped up in the
Studio and selling outta merch
While I been staking out the game
I know it's

gently
Instead of famine, hope they planning to leave us with plenty
At least a penny, nah make that six dimes
Add three singles on top of that, run

Untitled

Rah Digga

Dirty Harriet

1999

about
('Bout, 'bout)
It's about one, two, three, four, five for the rating

A penny for the hating, y'all know my ways
Staying up in the game of this MC

Remy bottles, Henny bottles by the box
Bullshitting, celebrating
Watched my niggas graduate from penny stocks
Life's a mystery got us like what
The fuck

like you a dime but yo ex man be penny
Don't care what you be drinking, could be whisky or the Henney
It's weird how we got differences, and damn we got

I’m getting down in the alleyway, kicking stones off the fence boards
I’m getting high at the thrift store, huffing dust mites and spores
I get by in

Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who