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this life
Trynna stay sane in this life
I know, I know that I gotta get this right
YB MUSE, I finna see my name in lights
One day I finna ball like I'm

Mixing that lean with Fanta
Oh lord we pray for a stunna house
Lobby so big, with expensive couch
We got that Nandos, that special sauce
I’m in the news,

just wanna do some things with you
I ain't tryna maintain
But if you want love then I want it too
You ain't never switch lanes
That's the only reason

brothers
Money like I love my mother
See I really got a appetite
I aint full get eem paid if he actin right
Last night I had a dream niggas passed me by
I

of that
Get a couple of keys with
Sour diesel and lemon g that's sour patch
I ain't in a gang, but my OG's kush
Blow that loud cause it makes me shush
23

niggas tall, but I'm really ain't that short tho
she want a nigga that live by the law a nigga without mommy issues
A nigga that ain't got no flaws a boy

Yeah, I wanna do it right yeah (Do it right yeah)
But I think that I'm going to left, to the left, to the left, yeah (To the left, to the left)
And I

right on my hood
That's a Benz
And y'all  niggas trashy
I might just pop out up on the hood
Start a trend
And these bitches nasty
I can't teach no lil'

love I'm refusing
Talking that shit 'cause I do it
Skinny jeans and G-Fazo's
All my blunts look like eggrolls
Money fast your shit come slow
Don't try

I Ain't Tha 1

N.W.A

Compton's Greatest Rap, Vol. 1

1994

the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society

Kant handle hurrr

First We get sauce
And den second get lost

(Pon me)
Whine slow
Whine slow

Eat dat girl up like ackee
Searchin for love she wanna

second, every minute, every hour ima spend it, tryna show you that my love it's all for real it ain't no gimmicks
cin't no double tapping women on the gram

wanna rub on you
I wanna hug on you
I wanna make sure
That you right
I put my trust in you
I put my love in you
I wanna touch on you
And hold you tight
I

Party Over Here

Atmosphere

Sad Clown Bad Fall No. 10

2007

starts to twitch
And Ant looks at me like, "What's up with this bitch?"
I can tell by the stains and the way she complains
That pills ain't to blame

up in the clouds, that's how I'm g-g-gettin' all these downloads

Stylin' in the suit, you know we do it right
Like, come up to my house and cuddle

love and everything that I believe in
This right here my hood religion
I say my prayers before I go to sleep
Hit the streets
Still living a life of sin

fucked up when I let you by my side
Jealousy and envy that's some shit you can't hide
Designer all on me too much sauce right now
I'm loyal and pure that

suits that come made to measure
I drew the thin line between love and hate
Double date, what you drinkin'? Let me cut the games
Backstab a man, I'd

broke before
And I said I was done with love
But she aint nothing like them
I swear this girl she a special one

Oh shit
I think I said too much
I know

expect that my Seviper spit
Would make the beat just rot
But my flow keep it in check
That's my special detox
N niggas dragon my like the fifth game

ain't, but most is hood rats
That looking for that buck
Them trash cans lay in the street
Ghetto technique for drive bys
For the low them 5 dollas will get

again
Good versus evil
Smoking on sess that's a stress reliever
Passed every test boy this shit ain't easy
Can't block my blessings got shitty defense

Rap Game's Hijacked

Ice-T

VI: Return of the Real

1996

Yeah
Too many hardcore mothafuckas out here in this business
Ain't gettin their proper loot
You know what I'm sayin?
(Right)
Check the technique

Truth is
I ain't had love in a while
Never felt this way till I met you
Took about a week
It was a vibe it was special, no lie
Truth is
I ain't gave