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I touched down
And I ain't have no help I did it all by myself
Yeah I went and got it all the money out mud now
I ain't do it for a vvs bust down
I

turn it out)

[Layzie]
They probably thought that we would fall off
Be comin up missing in this rap game
After 30 million records and 7 years, ain't

talk like you a real drip
You ain't even shop nobody
Sippin' all the double drug
It's who's custom
Shit for cardi
Got the flame out at the party
After

gossip and flock
Airing it out, told 'em go and don't stop
Time running out, boy your life on the clock
High as fuck on the road swerving and shit
I got

Intro [Championships]

Meek Mill

Championships

2018

and chopper like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches nigga, hallelujah, whoa
Balling like a Hot Boy
Diamonds dancing on me more than JB

ways, gotta shift the math
I picked my path, my wrongs is right
I used to hustle to the morning light
Then I found out, son, that there's more to life

Timex
She ready for this dope boy dialect
In the kitchens with Getty whippin' that Pyrex
The East Coast meets Kanye West
Death Row reeks underneath my

devotion in my genes
I wear emotions on my sleeve
No these don't come out at the cleaners
I've seen the meanest things
I know it seems by my demeanor
But you

Murdergram

LL Cool J

Mama Said Knock You Out

1990

fake 
It's, comin' out ya kitchen sink 
Your Mic's a baby bottle, son 
Some say they ain't, but I am the one 
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll

of cooking y'all
Give Michelin Stars
Naw you don't wanna get involved
See the boy bubble like a tablet in water when it dissolve
They hear the bars and make

come between better step back
If you got a real bitch yoo protect that
Give her everything she needs try to keep that
If I ever fall on this boy I'll

won you lose
Fall some bottles
I'm just taking time while she sips her wine
She just looks too good

No wars no worries
You know it's a house party

8 pounds touch down 
Get em in n shoot em out 
Thug life I hit em up the way get around
Gotta broken heart but it work tho
The bitch mad loyal she

Let me read you a poem I wanted to write
About a ugly hag who's fucking despised
By her parents, her class
Everyone in her life
If you killed yourself

Starry Night

Quincy Jones

The Rose That Grew from Concrete

2000

by Q, why'knawmsayin?
Vocals by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII
And flows by the M-A-see why'all, Mr. M-A-see Mall

Starry night, your life
You gave

bitch pokin
Decked out
Crew ain't finna reck now
We was at the bottom
Even if we fall down we learnt to get back up
Go again-til we fuckin make it
Life

And reachin'
I'm geekin'
And tweakin'
I'm teaching
And preaching
For seasons
Over and over again
Seasons are changing
So who are your friends?
This is the life

I mean nothing comes easy in life
all you can do is put in the work
Surround yourself with positive energy
It’s been a hard journey
I’ve made friends

hounded out by
Everyone! Met with hatred
Everywhere! No kind word from
Anyone! No compassion
Anywhere!

Christine, Christine why, why?

(RAOUL and GIRY

bro crib and still ain’t move out
A baby put it’s fuckin’ hands on me it get blew down bitch

Dancing by myself eating pills this the best party
‘Fore I

Paper Chase

Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Crazyndalazdayz

1998

The m-1, close-casin' em
Defacin em like county property
He'd die for me
Spittin' on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery
Yo ya see that party by

alone, her knees bend down
She plays the role, he knows his place
Gallas with the king, after party, his place
Eyes peer from towers, criers sing their

on the sands of mine
We should go out, get some land
And say fuck the tides
I swear it'd be worth a try
Can't think of a better life
Not in these times no
Not

the town
We be getting money now
Gotta let it fall to the ground
I was always kind of fresh, but now I pop out and designer now
who these niggah's think they