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Cut by the grindstone
Callused hands by will
Weathered years gone by
Tethered by promises
Worked through the thorns
Through blood, sweat, and tears

Carry my own weight I float away by igniting leaves
Stay by the fire tree wind is cold but inspiring
Everything is so tiring I don't why I lie to me
I'd

Of course addiction is a problem, America is awesome
24 hour convenience
For when you need the intravenous of the hot dog chorizos
And get that bottomless

ain't got my shit by
Ten o'clock, you gettin' burned, nigga
Shellcatcher like a hairnet (Uh, huh)
Treat the chopper like a hot comb
Put a perm in it (Hot

and believers. This was the album inspired by all Emotions that would attribute the deep and uncontrollable need of someone
In my case my amazing wife!
The rock

liberating dance
Dance to one day find a dance we never want to separate from
Then separate
One final time, once the dance is done

(Looking at you, those

I grab a rapper by the throat
Y'all the sheep and I'm the goat
What y'all even rhyming fo'
Y'all should leave, it's time to go
Adios I gotta go

he'll see me pursue
Everything I've been working for with this music shit
After this album niggas gon know who they dealing with
And they gon know there's

sounds like a microwave
Is startin' to melt
My coffee pot could make a song
And get more iTunes sales
And I remember when I met you
And I rode in your

first album
It's weird, like, allowing other people to hear your thoughts
My goal is to make music that makes people feel
And not only that
But just

the frittered quarters
Bank account littered with corpses, like a morgue is
Now how the hell am I supposed to get a mortgage?
Doors bin closed on iz, wages been

Fuck you and your idea about me
I'ma say the shit that is gon' be inside me
I'm a magnet, I attract whatever I want
You can ask for comments but I'm

to hell is paved 
With the best intentions
I'm one of the last Heirs to the throne
I say that shit without bias
Because y'all say that in my mentions

Amen

and breathing
I'm Satan's fitness trainer, exercising demons
Respect the shooter, I'll find the bastard
Hell, my loaded pistol is a fire hazard
BANG!

(Verse 6:

the clear
I got cash in my pockets and fam by my side
Hell yeah, I'm in the clear

Positivity is power, so call me the plug
I got these rappers running

a locksmith
Get it hot iron ready no stopping me
The drip on the me is a faucet leak
All of these rappers they obsolete
Please be on your way don't you bother

B.B.W.W. x Fake Show

Tory Lanez

Memories Don't Die

2018

pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these

Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties

Some days I just don't feel it (don't feel it)
Some days I want my days to pass right by and change my

A Nightmare on My Street

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

Halloween Jam

2003

burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway!
He's

City of Dope

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me, there you don't
You wonder will I, or won't
Is it yes, is it no?
But

clear, but maybe I was brought here
To learn a lesson burning flesh is all I fuckin smell
It hit me hard like Chuck Lidell
I'm stuck in hell
Punishment

ain't takin
My specs is on my face, so I know I ain't mistaken

Girl, your man lookin' at me, oh, oh, you don't believe it
How the hell you gon' try

classical,
Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do,
Ain't nobody hot as me
Even if they rap they ass off blast, off and have outstanding

the cannabis
Dild is on top he got no advantages
Girly so wet like she smoke a reefer
Hold my own raps I don't need a feature
Don't need a reason
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