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bends hop out steppin all in
Nigga I been going all out yeah nigga know what I ball bout
Real Ones never fall Out, shit bull shit getting called out
Fly

niggas like you
Smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy

For every Hennesy glass
To all my

with a hundred twenty shots, boy, that's four Glocks
Me and Face had shows and lows and they sold out
We just turned a San Fran' mansion to a grow

Medicine Bottle

Red House Painters

Retrospective

1999

wanting to die out here
Without you

The hurting never ends
Like birthdays and old friends
We forget what is flesh blood and bone is human
Turning

Police siren
Camera; click click click click
Wow, young silk
Boy out done yourself to this time!
Why you back on slim?
Spread your arm wide
And pin

It was 1967. I was watching a TV show.
When the glowing screen went blank,
I looked out of my window.
I saw twenty seven crows
perched on my antenna.

Style of X-Pression [Bonus Track]

Kid Rock

Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast

1990

I was once out cold at 15 years old
Rolled and sold, you, me, and Bo
Sittin' in Jackson infested with rats
With a silver gat tucked deep in my

far) 



Self love is be my medicine

The old me yea I'm better than

Love myself I won't forget again.

I'm closer than I ever been

Closer than I ever

Don't [Rick Ross Remix]

Rick Ross

Skyrock

2015

two planes, the same day
And those shows have never been what it's about
But maybe we'll go together and just figure it out
I'd rather put on a film

the ho route (the ho route)
Now I'm all alone with the pole out (.45)
Circle gotta be close when we roll out (gotta be)
Purple shit that we smoke by

the internet
I been ignored for longer than you've been interested
The posse promise you nobody feels threatened
By a scarecrow covered in crows who feel

them
Old school dirty bird, Brian Finneran
Used to want a bag now I got ten of them

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon' count out them bands
I

bumstickitty, bum huh
I got that old rump-pum-pum-pum
A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down
At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound
My

tryin' to avoid slaughter
That's why I feel like nobody really knows me like you know me"

Don't miss me
Soul burnt out, soul empty
Show me some
That's old

boss, I ain't runnin' it by you
Makin' so much money, think I could buy you
With the humpmen in old town, like bayou
She asked me what's on my neck,

distractions and rise up
If you're up at five AM, and you're tossing and turning and you can't sleep, look out the window and if you see those old ladies doing

that we can relate
To its originated being so let's procreate
Reminisce the old times as we integrate
And keep it out the hands of the foolish who

say it wit my gut
That these bitches get to steppin'
Nothin worse than finding out ya brotha on the fuckin opps end
Issa diamond in the rough
Loyalty is

respect these
Stories I told
This just a cold
Lonely road
They say ky you getting old
Yea I know
Finna turn twenty one man I'm gold
I was bold flipping

(Whales now), bank by Morocco
Brand worth a B, I should write me a novel (I should write a book)
Military escorts out in the Congo
Lunch in Sinaloa but I

brothers and my sisters, till we all out
We real niggas, we don't die, bitch, we multiply
Now all the money old, and the bankroll growin'
The coupe the color

Chia, it's Juice. Back up in this thing with y'all
Bringin' some old school flavors, y'all, with this one time
My pop's New York
We gon' show y'all

Yo check it out check it out yo
Some people like to diss some like our style
But when were steppin in the club were causin doggy piles
With our new

All I see is rain pouring and the dark clouds coming
No one wanna be there by your side when the pain hurting
But show up to the party when the bottles