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ran by a criminal
I'm the king of rap
There ain’t none higher
Sucka emcees
Some wack ass rhymers
To fuck with my style
Better pack iron
Can’t stop

needed you 
To save me
Somehow

Where do you turn
On a subway train
When all of the faces
Are crying out in pain
Hang on by your feet
Get out at the next

Uh! Oh!

Sporty Thievz

Even Cheaper

1999

again, Flit it again 

Like a Nigga won't get it again 

This is my game, and i'll ball till the death 

Sendin girls home wit the smell of BALLZ

the wounds
Salvation in your scars
And Ima
Wear my heart on my sleeve
My self esteem is built of the fact that you'll never leave
The grace you give is greater

shit they better be
You know aint no takin no lil money outta my pot
Damn I'm standing next kendrick tell him his spot my spot
Im hot 
Chicken time 
I

achieved it, mama
I turned these hatin' ass people to believers, mama (sometimes, I)
A Black boy born to a teen mama, mama
Disregarded as a leader by his

Aye I think this the point in the mixtape where I got kick some deep shit 
I'm the greatest at kicking that deep shit you know 
And opinions are like

Baked like a bean by canal I'm strolling
Lost my heart
Don't know where my home is
Ay
Been doing my music
In hopes that i grow it
I'm on a mission its

Khidd can never crack
His mind is hard as stone
(Angie)
I realize that life goes on
(Without or with you)
Everyday feel the same
(I'm there with you)
But

cant relate late
First at the table, hella early
You show'd up late late
I'm in it til the end
This is home
No escape escape
Oh he back on his thrown?

New York, New York

M-Boogie

Laid in Full, Chapter 2

New York, New York
The Bronx is the home for the hip-hopping
New York, New York
The dream
New York, New York
Hard to creep the Brooklyn streets

bang shit
Your pussys old and ancient
I think I saw the Aphrodites yelling hood and gang shit
Never know what’s in my mind
My heart is cold like I just

you
In a black mask breathing hard to find you
And that's when the feelings in your heart to find you
Is you going to let them run up in your crib?

as the dude who pursued it -
Before me - gave it his heart
Literally - he got knifed in the car park
Now he'll live forever as a figure on a bar chart
But

My people ain't niche, my people are the niche for his land 
They taught us cricket and shame, I'm a teach you to stand

No man's land, I'm no

tryna find anybody, gotta jam us
Let's just say, you is my dog
I'll treat you like my kin
So much happened in my life, street nigga
Where do I begin?
My