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of easy[01:20.31]And when times are getting hard[01:22.85]And there's no one around[01:25.72]Why don't you play this song and pick your[01:28.41]Head up off

to wrap rappers up
We was on the grind, I swear I almost said "I've had enough"
Them man used to laugh and now them pussy-os are backin' up
Whip another

Or people that they knew had me on blast
It’s funny how you’re mad
My photo shoots are looking like a Pap took them
Swipe up to get that hoodie
Business moves

not kelly
Jesus comin back soon ask yo self are you ready

Ian just rappin on this beat but im really preachin
Holy spirit give me the notes then I get

baby, I aint Tryna cuff
Whispered in her ear no this aint no stunt
3 story crib lifestyle brady bunch
Money talks R. Kelly he got that hush (Sshhh)
Oh,

R Kelly my chain look like piss
Connor Mcgreggor I'm good with the hits
I'm in a bag
I been chasing these racks
She gone give me that face cuz my

around and have a child
I better relax bro
Makin love to Ginuwine
R. Kelly we Bump n Grind
I ain't tryna waist no time
Hands all on your waistline (On your

say R.I.P
They tried to put me in the dirt
I guess they don’t know I’ma seed
I got the 12 gauge on me
I’ma make a nigga bleed
I’m never playing hide

Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
12 tried catch me down bad, had to gone and put a move on 'em

Big blunt of  scotti,

neega(?)
Wouldn't even give my man a 12 bar feature
I know who you are cause he wanted me to eat ya
I said nah lets keep it peaceful
My nigga was a true weed

C-K Ride

Bloods & Crips

Bangin on Wax

1993

hood wearin' flue you gettin' fucked up
By your true 'are you nigga named see-K
Rick' get back, Rick' get ruled every single week day
And I can't stand

I'll take you to the april sun cause you won't have a job by may
Gonna lose the election? it must be my birthday!
Your rhymes are just like your

girls cocktail
Cosby tryna call me just to ask if there are cops there
Just so he can snatch 'em and go stash 'em in his padded cell
Waiting on R. Kelly

to do the trick!/
Recoup a bit and make the play/
My homie Jake to bake the weight/
The Oil’s cookin, tanks are placed/
Then pack the carts and take

tight i'm gripping
That trigger finger itching, uhh
It goes... uh huh
It goes down in the south
The 12 gauge in the house
The sharp blades in the house

gon' think he got flashed by my wristwatch b*tch
Cause my AP shiny, shoot 12 shots, that's perfect timing
Got twin glocks, they siamese
Aim 'em at his

stressing
I got a table full of women So you know I'm flexing

ID please
She
Push P
No R kelly

She believes
She could fly
Guys right to
The Telly

200 bucks

the freshest

love the way you look
In your stelletos and
Fishnets

After party my house
In the morning get Breakfast

Chorus

ID please
She
Push P
No R kelly

away
Pu$$y money, still my way
Money on that sex
Come out, bitch, I know you wanna play
Baby, hop on and jump on my dick
We can fuck in my crib
Flip by

yall always play the victim
Man I feel like R Kelly,
Bar for bar I'm really pissin'
On these niggas
I'm on my way up
Pray for my haters to stay up
I use

the past flips the regular targets
Oil slick gun barrels closed borders
Opium farming
These are just war games
For play tombstones more names
Do it for more

released me from a prison stretch
Listen if you dissin’ it’s like wrists are slit 
And wishing death
And get the backhand 
Like when little children

A Star Is Born

R.A. the Rugged Man

Die, Rugged Man, Die

2004

Posse
And then they signed the Backstreet Boys and Britney
It's a pop label, what the fuck they want with me?
Forget R. Kelly, I'ma do that rippin' out

mesmerized
You were hypnotized
Watched them kids play outside
Held back by the beating of your heart
No play so decide to compromise
So you either or you don't