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Poverty sure can steal it
When you're countin' pennies
And the bills keep pilin'
Survival becomes your only song
No time for love
No time for laughter

recycle feelings
Thinking back when I was broke going through It
Hospital bills got me questioning wealth
Doctors got me questioning health
Therapist got me

are turning out worse than us that's what we wanted I'm watching who he's doing songs with
I'm creeping cause the older fella schooled him on some gang

Smoke rising in the holler
I'd bet my last gold dollar
Pilot Mountain's on fire again

30 miles north of town
In a shining quartzite crown
It's been

see the signs
Pardon me, still hurt by all the ones that tried me
Tried me, tried me, tried me, tried me
Know you wanna get beside me
Won't you show

Who's Tha Man

MC Eiht

Last Man Standing

1997

gets the chedder
To the way back days
Where the Half Ounce lays
Gun tucked by the nuts
As the one time struts
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin'

burned in a fire
Lookin' like your head got ran
Over by a tire
Where the fuck your mask at? Nigga
I need Scooby-Doo
Go back to Quahog nigga, giggity-goo

Driving by the moon on the move like a tire tread/
Boa constrictor time to squeeze the game/ 
It’s Something familiar but don’t know the name/
once they

'Cause my heart is in the future
And I know where I belong, it just takes time
Fast forward, now I'm twenty-two
Half a million after taxes
Just to make

Cause what’s the point of having all these rapping skills/
If not one single song Ive dropped has ever paid a bill/
Let’s keep real.....

Yea 

Let’s keep

then I'm gone
It's all cool
Cause I been getting to it, since I dropped out of school
Thought I could do it
Live my life by the book
But I feel way

Armstrong
Jammin Bill Gates
Lil Wayne song
Can't afford to die
Lemme live long
On the top
Is the place where I belong
Empire State Of Mind
King Kong
Know ya

my songs, and she love it when I sing yeah
But do I love can’t decide, I hope I’m dreamin
But I ain’t, and done some shit I know I’m not a saint
If I

Artifacts made this song by I'm just tryna get that bag, I don't give
A fuck bout these hoes I'm tryna distance myself, I'm tryna stay
In my zone

be vacation 
Way I’m packing up this bag
My car it like to meow 
Cause I push it like a jag 
He hatin on me
But I know he like my song
You would think

Wrote this thang
When I was answering the phone 
I working for the check 
Then this song came on

It reminded me of me 
And it kinda made me see
I

like Cody, I've been struck, down by lightning on the hill
No way out, you know you stuck
Now pay the price, now foot the bill
Still ain't learned how

like me to
Boy my album coming soon
Blowing o's right by the pool
Playing beats I'm making new
Songs that u can bump it to
Last of dying breed
Bitch

D's. And by that I mean the D batteries
we have to buy to pay to fuel our studios.

Peace!

No Logo...and stop

doubted me by now
They should know that I have bigger dreams to count

Write a check I'll count every dollar and pound every penny and nickle until its gone

finger up to the press
Fuck the world, Need a buck, Nothing less
Keep on puffing my chest
T-Town sucks cause I left
I'm by myself but I got demons still

the growth
I'm being real like dollar bills, not like Mike Tyson saying gross
God family and real friends the only things I love the most
But I can't lie, I

not the same person that I was 
But I'm still covered up by the blood
I know it's been a lot of stuff inside of my mind
Now I need to figure out how I

to know me
Lest you don't see
All the ways I improve slowly
All the pain can produce sulking
But all falls prey when I induce poetry

Who the fuck is