Lyrics:
backpacks I’mma full man
I live underground like I’m Batman
And now I’m mainstream on the top man
I smoke the best green no doctor
I’m bout to gas up
in the neighborhood
Found me with a gold album, tryin' to live my life good
Carlo got popped with 8 keys in a minivan
Somewhere in Tex, Arcan, doin'
nigga, I told him, "Don't judge a book by its cover"
The whole of my hood know that I'm thorough
If they're not with me, probably a fuck up
Fuck it, hit
the night
Burning love
Douse me up
Hit me higher and higher
By the skin of my teeth
I made it through the disease
It took over me
Like some shattered debris
Ex Factor
by Lauryn Hill
Album : The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
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Corrected by : TaLIkA xx
It could all be so simple
but you'd
My face is bait, I can't hide it
I make the beat sound better when I ride it
We're top of the game, they don't like it
I hit the road everyday
all the time, any place, anywhere
Y'all niggas could get it
Act like y'all don't know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch
'Cause I got cheddar to get, I'ma foul and ???
With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and I
Said the dead don't die unless they fuck with Ja
If sellin
[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob
calibre
Don't need no stick to get his brain switched
And wit that said, we hit the road
Yeah now we on the exit, where are we headed? yeah, yeah
We live it
Daddy wasn't around, momma needed help
I was in the streets, I was on my grind
I was by myself
I hit these bitches down to hit the kitchen
With
I can't
I can't
Type shit
Woah woah
These days you don't even hit my phone
You don't hit my phone, my phone
Type shit
Yeah
Baby you don't hit my
that I never met
If I die don't let my demos hit the net
Cause if it ain't hard I don't hit export
Cause if it ain't hard I don't hit export
Had my head
That don't mean I've done stuff
That mean I did my shit to stool
I keep a fuckin' banker
Every time I hit the streets
Tryin' to get this paper
G 14
your shit list to your
Hit in just one night
Tear the sun up and I evaporate
The night is young
Come on and join the dead parade
Eternity forever don
Man 2020 kinda starting off a lil crazy
Later this week I'm releasing my album
I was in a good mood
I was chilling with a friend
I was looking at my
live it by any means if you ever need a shoulder lean on me like wayne spilled his drank use your mind and think I'm a good man i'll be gone before you
See you get a lot of chances in life,
All it takes is that one,
Hook;
Money don't fold jewelry stay froze,
I got 30 on ma wrist bitches on my dick,
god
I just beat that uncharted 4, lit
Bitch, I been at it
Rattpack if you live it, you die by that shit—get it tatted
I think I done had it now,
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
in the booth did the same on the block
Don't blame me, I'm just tryna get a knot, U.S.D.A.
Not a day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday,
patient
'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken
And if you flop, you get
Tampa Bay
You ain't underground cause you don't buy mixtapes
You ain't underground cause you do
You ain't underground cause you own every tape by Touch
put on my rap album
Tryna chase the feelin'
Gotta fuckin' trap pack 'em
We got glass matchin' and I'm thinkin'
"How would that happen?"
Kid brings his
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