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fucking stress me, I'm stress-free
Who's Flexx big cheques, hard beats, hard bars
No beefs, fast cars, no bruises, no scars
Reaching for the stars, leaving

YNGN
HALFLIFE
All that energy, I need all that shit
Life's not real as it seems
Rockstar, ripped my jeans
Pop-star, iced my piece
Dead man praying for

I'm not a
I'm not a
I'm not a
I'm not a
I'm not a
(Twinkle twinkle little star)
Come on yo I aint no..
(Yes you are)
(Up above the cloud so high)
Nah

of the 8s, I think you get that by now
Big hit drop men you can’t handle this Bass
I’m winnin’, take notes if you’re a rookie
Don’t hate on me coz I got it

I’m sliding
Big body Benz 
Fast as lightning
Gang of goons in the back
I’m gliding
This gonna be my year
I’m shining
Now To the top
I’m climbing!

ashamed
But this ego healed my wounded heart
Wounded warrior
Getting high
I'm Watching euphoria
With 2 black women by my side
I'm an Oreo
Order ya like

are up to every tarmac
Up for every lap I don't give my car back
This song is going far back like the explosion of a star back
In the days big bang this

Difficult reasoning, I'ma need somebody
That can be making my walls a big thicker (Hold up, I'ma stop you there)
When you get some time to go find a rhyme
Go

[Pre-Chorus: Deorsey Ardae]
Deorsey in my bag
This is just the beginning

[Chorus 1: Deorsey Ardae]
Drank sipper big spender big tipper
You niggas

tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -

hard getting by

Gonna be a big star

I'm gonna be a big star, someday

I'm gonna be a big star, someday

Fine bourbon, Cuban cigars

Rude remarks

the road
I been a star since my mother gave birth
First class nigga when I wrote this verse
This my last album I feel like a savage 
I handpicked the beats

Doing it big yeah

Doing it big yeah
That bitch a hoe you dig?
I'm with the team bitch together like Lilo and Stitch
Never gon switch not by the hair

Hook
I wanna shine line the sun, but I'm surrounded by these clouds/ 
These hatin ass ngaz wanna bring me down/
I wanna shine like the moon, but

my own universe, don't disrespect by comparing me to stars.
Rap king and god
Niggas always wanna talk wins, but get quiet when we bringing up a loss

I'm only stopping by I can't stay for good
I just came to say I love you
And thank you for teaching me how to hustle man

True story....Big homie had me

I'm gone I ain't coming back soon. Running My race ain't got nothing to lose
You told me to aim for the stars, they gon' aim
Right at you
I look up

by
Blessed up and I keep it humble fly
Pay close attention I be catching all the signs, unh
God Bless

Speaking Big Business
Speaking Big Business

Da Da Da

Tha Alkaholiks

X.O. Experience

2001

dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself,

Da Da Da Da

Tha Alkaholiks

X.O. Experience [Clean]

2001

, that's big, we large, in charge
I told the Genie next I want a car like the stars

A Bentley, a coupe, a truck with the oop
With the three level seats for

in the south that’s NC, studying for my degree
This album is return to peace, this album is a family tree
Look up at the line, and I see a lot of real

Remember 19 album I remember every album
Every single time to unreleased I know it any hour
So don't ask me if I do cuz I saw close to every outcome

The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy

You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by

Album homie, I haven't even reached my prime
I look up to the stars and I see my name written up there
This is not a love story no! This is a Rap affair