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Stuee rising to the top
Mister Mrs Carter, gonna make them say, 
Little boy Stuee, Come and play. Rapping and ryhming this way,
Born to be King. My magic

ghost me
Good with all my paper save it all for later
Top number one manipulator giving ultimatums
Aint break your heart, I would just cater
I did you

songs
This is my life, so how I'm wrong
And I haven't had happiness for way too long
Yeah, by the time I healed, everyone's already gone
Yeah you burned

the crown
On the head
Doesn't make the king

Does a bird understand
The importance of a wing?
Everything's connected
By some fundamental strings
Never mind

beef 
cll on they opp street 


Tryna lay something down before he leave 
What kinda bitch you know that give that good top 
What kinda bitch that do

She said she wants to take a ride on that back road
I grab my bottle of shine and my fishing pole
A little sticky green so I can go and ease my mind

hear this in outerspace

When I get too high and I fade away

Thought I lost my mind so to God I prayed

In the gutter I stayed

'Cuz I was afraid

When

Nigga, I talk when you talk
Get your mind off Shrek, don't believe in the fantasy
Guess I'm the kid still apparently
Saved by the bell, don't you parent me

(yeah yeah)
Ever since a younging I was raised on the block
Like Corona I was flipping his top
We was so bad and we stayed by the park
And we ate face

On what I know
You can take it all
But you'll never
Take my mind though
If thinking makes me odd
Homie
Welcome to the side show

NoizeHouze
Rapping tougher

don't know how to swish
See my problem is you got wack rappers over dope production
And they claim to be sick knowing they're cured by rubbitussin
It's

Beaked up to death 
Tell by the smell of my chemical breath 
Smoked fags, empty bags 
Chewing my face reading porno mags 
Too thin, bad skin, yellow

Shey you know
Shey you know
Nobody know hustle hard oh
Drillerz
JayDrillz the big deal
Oh na na
Pray for me
I need a peace of mind
I call on you
Shey

Are you ready to unleash
LYRICAL MASS
Open the latch

Lyrically blont
Its a fact that I stick out above the average
Split ya cabage my flows raw

(San)
Siro (Siro)
San (San)
San (San)
San (San)
Siro (Siro)

One of my older cousins,
Wants to purchase a wap,
It look like an electric guitar,
So we call

Producer by Musiq 

Feelin in tip top shape 
Still can't believe all the hits I made
Love the way I move on the paper chase 
She love the way i move when Im

thirsty
Middle finger up like it’s fucks give
Imma send shots where my opps live
Drop top coupe wat I hop In 
Pull that cup wit enough gin

Girl why 
Tell

to grab em' off me,
Let her slip n dip, while I stroke them hips,
Grab her by the throat, and kiss her pussy lips,
I can feel her pulse, she got that

As only a minor
Spite the mind of Minolta
Got the soul of a survivor
Low on my tire’s while I’m going into overdrive
Lord knows I’m tired but wired while

That my time is overdue
I been working round the clock 
Making moves is nothing new 

Yea yea 
Self made 
I never helped me 
Built empire by myself

stopping 
Got my foot all the way on the peddle 
One way in, one way out, yah 
Life and death morning by night 
Some here today they not here tomorrow 
You

and mom
Mom more than dad but never mind that, much more to my girl than ass so phat, trust that the bubble jumping but I really think you're something,

on my tab
Then tell your friends all the fun we had

Drop the top by the beach
Feet kicking thru the Sand
Bet them other niggaz 
Can’t Fuck you like i can

focusing on cheese
Swear to God im gonna make it
Said them prayers on my knees
Father lift me up
I got so much on my mind its ridiculous
Please don't judge