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it in a arms reach
Yea I'm a student of the game but If you reach then i teach
Say she Saved by the bell lets shoot a porn like screech
Then I kick her

impacts real/
When the illest mcs i know need side hustles to pay bills//
 and stay very troubled with that/
its Never enough like a nymphomaniac coming

mean like a sl*t.

Inbetween the gaps when I write, i let my soul fill.
Everyone up on my d*ck! man I know I'm cold, chill.
Freaky, she wanna use cuffs

mean like a slut.

Inbetween the gaps when I write, i let my soul fill.
Everyone up on my dick! man I know I'm cold, chill.
Freaky, she wanna use cuffs

the

Groove

Tell me
Can you feel the

Groove

I was seduced by her groove
I was renewed by her groove
I was glued by her groove
So how in the fuck am I stuck

stupids vent via ignorance 
Most of you never served or ever really voted 
Stayed home, couch potatoes, upset about the system 
I make rap songs with no

afraid
I'm a speak the truth
Give me praise
And you'll reap the fruits
We all know that I'm a narcissist
It's all about me dawg
I'm marvelous
Spark

they don't get it
They tripping
I bet you I'ma show them all

Humble as hell
Thinking they know my situation
Couldn't tell by the way that I flaunt

Yung KZA
Yung Milly
You know I'ma run up a milly
Give up mother fucker give up, ain't give no fucks
Now they hear what I'm saying
You knowin' my shit

side - I say "you know i wrote this song for Bruce - it's a tribute. But tonight....I'd like to dedicate it to the autoworkers" Big cheers and a slow

only 20 and ballin higher than a rookie
I been think bout writing relesin a book
Bout how niggas be scary they shook
He was dissin me ina song and now He

a nigga smokin' Tooka
Young Pappy, by the way, I sip on two cups
Long nose like Usopp, shoot him with that Ruga
Niggas know I come around, come around with

a 6'5 for?
She shittin on me and I'll put it on bro, but I'm losing my flow
She wanna talk on the low?
Head on the innocence, shit I ain't know
But keep

of Soul Train
Sheeit, lame as the old host of Soul Train
I do gangsta music, FUCK Soul Train!
All blacks got is BET
Pardon me, that shit's owned by MTV

life
Shawty I am nothing like the next guy 
But don't you try to take me on a test drive 
Going for excel, not tryna get by 
So don't you try to take me

somewhere by someone 
But I know this will be my song thats unsung 

Hey there won't you follow me
I can take you to a land that you've never seen 
I can show

don't even know me
And puts me under lock
I make one hit song but nothing else pops
Now the label mad I didn't make
What the album cost (Oh well)
I might

I know is I've got nothing left to lose
I've been on my own for way too long to move
On and every day I wake up feeling blue
So I work until my lungs

Confessions

The Lady of Rage

Necessary Roughness

1997

wanna fry God, I don't even wanna die
So many tears I cry, so many years I try
I know I've done wrong, I know I sing the same ol' song (amen, amen,

Yeah
Look
By thirteen, I had a big dream
I can be the next Martin Luther King, yes I believe
Chasin’ my fantasy by the age of eighteen, it’s surreal

past
Tryna pick up on this cash
Kuz the time is moving fast
I don't know if it's gone last
On the run On the run
Running to the money like a junkie

solid move like boulders
Can’t stack paper if you folding
Two Goats but I’m the blac sheep
On yo back street
Know I pack heat
Take a back seat


Way too

come
I don't even know if the people gonna want it
Am I even gonna do good?
Spreading my thoughts like pepper and salt on meat at the cookout
When I go

to give a hoot when
I just dropped a ducket on shoes by Loo Vootin
Face covered with the nylon
That's the type of style I'm on
I blew up like an atom bomb