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At 2am while I'm trying to fall asleep
Like when you dropped something and I bent down to get it
And I saw that you did too, and we both stopped and I

start this album, I would like you to know
I don't condone any of the following 
Brutal harming of others, unless if followed by the code of Hammurabi

in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead

How is your family dawg? I pray you love them like you should
I pray for patience with your

floss mode
The life of a boss player
Fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas can't

Can't C Me

2Pac

All Eyez on Me

1996

floss mode
The life of a boss player
Fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas can't

Paystyle

Too Short

Paystyle [Cassette Single]

1995

fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio

Pop, R and B are coming up in todays age
And how they're all blowing up like
We had Billie Eilish back in twenty nineteen
We have Olivia Rodrigo right

Quietly

When they say
You’re too high
Talking bout your prices
Like you ain't worth a dime
Surprises 
Exactly where they’re supposed to be
Real ones have

Man, like-
Why is Lipton iced tea too good man
Ah
It looks like you lost another one
Okay, quick sit I'm going to run this shit
Making another album

everybody wins
Flicking these ashes off
Bumping the first album by Asher Roth
My whole crew been out here working our asses off
I want the damn crown
Stand up

me to be scared
Cuz I'm 20 something without a plan
I used to have one, I'm sorry I failed
I took a sip of glory and fame
Now the bottle in someone

others
When you listen to it non-stop, ten hours a day, though, for a year
It changes you
It's kind of like eating Thai, Mexican, and Indian food only

Hey sir, can I get some ice cream?
Well no sir, uh, you gotta pay for that son

That's okay, I got my daddy's money

Uh, can I get a large, uh, vinty

cold
Dear rappers, can you help me?
I'll even take a selfie with
Your album that I bought
I got every single CD that
You ever fuckin' dropped
I spent

In Trouble

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Chronicles, Chapter 2

2001

was on, tippy tippy, I'm on my toes
Fuck risin' to the occasion, the temperature been rose
Set it off like intros, blast you and your kin folks

That's a Lie

LL Cool J

Radio

1985

and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in

hibernation
A hopeless realization when it slowly starts fading

Got what you needed out of me and withdrew
Months gone by how im still stuck making sad tunes

on stage and grab the mic from
Someone else's? You know
This arena tomorrow
It’s gonna be a completely different set up
Some concert something like that
This

So my block made heavy money my weed fluffy
N' got red hair like Peggy Bundy
I got 20's come cop from the house
Cause the green you got garbage
Like

So my block made heavy money my weed fluffy
N' got red hair like Peggy Bundy
I got 20's come cop from the house
Cause the green you got garbage
Like

Closing up shop, and locking doors
Runnin up lost in someone's room
Silence so lighty you go dim
Bombs are going off inside your chest
If it feels

being shackled to the paper
Broke free while hitting my in the pen dance
SellYourArtNotYourSoul
Waking 'em up with my internal matchbox
Rising Under

I didn't have the words that night
But we're both trying, so you say it's fine
But it's like, why?
I got the words, right?
I think em up every night

Queens Get the Money

Nas

Nas

2008

masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his