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the chicken all up in my bowl of rice
Now I got some food, put me in a good mood
Rapping ever stop, cooking up is what I could do
Probably would to, if I wasn't

get draft if I don't get stopped by the cops
Walk in the club and I beat up the opp yeah he just got cashed and he screaming stop
I'm in the pussy its

song, super Jazzy call me Spida
The flow imma pick it up
It is conspicuous
I am not rich enough
It cannot fill me up
My God be filling up
I need a bigger

Loved her then, and what?
Fucked my rhythm up
Tough time gettin' by, bruh I'm bummin'

I had to learn that all my friends
Ain't got a clue what's shakin'

'bout what you know
I am never mindin' what you think you know
Going MIA, I'ma take that throne
Good at what I do, I'll make any song
I won all along
I

Is that real life is 
Something we all afraid of 
Not made up 
Like Melania's speech that was written by Michelle 
And in effect caused all of America

She gon' fuck for them bands
Molly make a bitch dance
That's a AP no wristband
All up on a bitch hand
I got big beans and a brick man
I don't really

Wussup
I am the big dog
No one around really gives fucks
Fuck
Yeah I make big bucks
Fucked your mom then I switched up
Got my dick stuck
Freeze frame image

that you have
Stop focusing on the past and focus on the come up
All the number ones were zeros at some point
All your idols they weren't heros at some

the studio 
I'm not a fisherman baby that pussy be **aaa
I'm not a talker I'm a rapper coz talking is cheap I got money to make ey
I be praying for all of my

the summer time
(She make me uh)
Feelin' like the summers mine
Girl you got something
Uh oh, I'm horny again for ya

You are the 4 A.M, flex for me

But please don't cry while I sing my song and take a fucking tissue
Yeah I'm dark, my mind is fucked, fuck you bitch, so what
Nothing that you say can

Red Room

Offset

Red Room

2018

it that I got it all out the gutter
Facetime 'round 3 Mike in a puddle
How am I 'posed to take it? (how?)
Niggas dying around the same time I had

I got the bag now
I got this shit from the dungeon 
Don't need a pad now 
All of my songs gone be punch in's 
Hitting that pussy like little league
I

PCHT
You haven't seen 6ft under?

I really lost my brother
All I do is look back
Momma say don't play with em
But mom I got that get back
And I ain't

come home and cry
How could I think, why am I alive?
Imagine yourself, 11, and thinkin' that
Got all the death threats; Why? Cuz I was fat
No reason

he map
I did some track, then got attacked and all because I fired back
But now we're deep inside his heart and staging up a heart attack
Live by my

creaking beneath my feet
I got taller and grew more tired and so I put my coloured glasses on
And sang a good song that made me think of the yesterday that

working

I'm a nigga that grew up too fast
She could make me feel like a kid again (Alive)
Young nigga, was built to fall
She ain't pick me up
Now I crawl

juxtaposed to the gospel that I grew up to
I worship in all of these lyrics, I don't conform to church rules
I'm the King of New York
'Member those words
In

Earned your trust
Treat my life like it's a song and turn it up
You're the one
I've been waiting for don't let me waste your time
I am no know it all
I

I tried seltzer water once I can't stand that shit at all
Train hopping in Boston with my friends by my side, yeah
Sunday on the pot with George his

pop pop
Make that nigga die slowly
Marshall Media got to kill production
Me up in the booth is no discussion
They might talk the truth but I don't trust

Fast Lane

Bad Meets Evil

Hell: The Sequel

2011

insane asylum, cleanin', try them trailer parks
Crazy, I am back, and I am razor sharp, baby
And that's back with' a capital B with' an exclamation mark,