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to be on go, The streets had me in chains
(In chains)
Now look at me flawless diamond
Ma homie called Desmond
He be dripping, wetter than aquafina
Back in

real
Don't make me snap and have to hit you cause that's how I feel
Be yourself just relax go somewhere and chill
Cause you don't want me coming back

Yeah
Uhh
Nigga feeling good, boy
Feeling real good, you feel me
Woo
Just let that shit ride out
Energy loud at my show but the
Energy loud at my show

Trauma real, can't love
Most of it be fake love
Trauma real, he can't love
It's hard to escape it, he stay up
The truth came to light, was blind

in their raps
How does that transpire
To be so damned by God, you want your friends to be goddamned liars?
All we talk about are our goddamned

being followed by a
yellow Coupe De Ville
now she had a reputation
for driving pretty fast
it may not be the first time
but it might be the last

Then she

Just know that
I will be here
So decide
If you want to take a chance at redemption just so you can get some real recognition (Ooo)
Go grab a pen
Or tap

Cocoon

Migos

Cocoon

Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like

of the rings 

Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3 

But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting

Only pour red i do not do the green 

Only want bread i do

State of Grace

Talib Kweli

Gravitas

2014

that be looking so stupid
Getting in the fights at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No desire for

Feed my heart with a bit of your light
Hold my hand while we watch the sky
Talk about love and this crazy life
I wanna be by your side
I wanna be on your

used to tell me I don't act cool
I feel so separated from my soul
I can be a doctor and yet eat an apple
I think different, so the most of them mad
I

I Don't Want It

The Notorious B.I.G.

The King & I [LP]

2017

from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive

When on the phone
Baby Joe in new york but he said he gon
Stop by a nigga when ever he touch down
I been hurt back to back I ain't showin love
Ain't been

And So

Boot Camp Clik

The Chosen Few

2002

the street
Niggaz like fuck crack Ruck rap to the beat
I'm aight I'll be back week listen
From day one I had bad start
To eat moms stole meat out the path mart

said no cap i done found me a real one
Move back make room for a real one

Southside Can't Stop

Z-Ro

Screwed Up Click Representa

2002

riding much wetter, we finally made it
Breaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate it
I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane

Irrelevant
Ok Michael you the shit
Dim mob come back thats it
Tryna collab I need my click
Miss all my friends feel like they are gone
Yoka the boy he real put

Yea

You know i'm real big on keeping it real

Yea

Whats love
Know I fucked
Broke Your Trust
Again and again like enough
Baby take me back
But don't

me
I can't bring you back but I
Promise you're gonna hear me
I put on my horns so nobody
Can see the real me
Laugh it all off like comedy's gonna heal

to me
Back to me
Hey yeah
Back to me
Not to be who I was but to return to a better me
Yeah
Back to me
Back to me
Oh ooo oh ooo ooo ohh
Back to me

So when

nobody cross you
I be speaking that real call it law school
These niggas be bums in a costume
Hit the stu rec a hit make a part two
I record by myself in

Back to the basics man these niggas be faking
11 hours on that curb my heart and stomach was aching
Back and forth with my bm man I hope she be patient

Damn, And I do it day by day
Watch out, lil nigga don't play
Niggas run as soon as they see my K
Nigga in the back crying cuz I fucked his bae
Hold