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pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's

me and I don't think they care
But my Postmates can't believe that I stay here (fuck)
I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair
Visit

relate to it
Then you gotta know that this life hurt
When I see food on the table It's a blessing to see my momma come back home from work
I been taking it

talkers signed that bill
Signed that bill into law
Gonna take our rights unless we fight 
Fight them back and prove them wrong

Nothing's right and nothings

your heart inside a hundred dollar bills
(Hundred dollar bills)
Let's pop a bottle baby, we done had a long night
And we done said some bad things, but

Runnin'

The Game

Against Everything

2008

time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running

Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album

cones
Nah, I ain't coming back, running from my problems
Smoking that weed out the cone
I'm passing that shit to my lone
They thinking nobody is home
I

badly needs that can wiat
(wi-at? That's a new English
Word which means wait)

I've been waiting for some reaction
To the album from American
Listeners

the old Jay but I'm a back stabber
'Cause I un'd myself
I got better shit on albums I shelved than shit that you went platinum off
Too fly for my own

S.T.L.

Nelly

Free City

2001

off
I done that, did that, who her? I done hit that
Cats be trippin' off them rats, I ain't really with that
Makes me wanna sit back, I relax

back track and
Relapse with ya damn
I miss lunch, Chipotle with the
Gang but I romanticize those times as just us
I know I’m not the only one
I still

mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on
The block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if

Hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mils
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used

feel great
And I ain't stopping till I'm in the top three, Bill Gates

I told them I'll be right back with a mic and a mic jack
They like it, I'm like

Oooh oh oh
Da da da da oh oh oh
Da da da da oh oh oh
It's been a while since I've felt alone
It's Christmas time and I love
When I celebrate at home

word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put

any better than me
Go check the 'Gram, 'cause I got

Thousands of albums been sold
Thousands of dollars been made
Thousands of people love, bought

braids, waves
Afros, Gumby's, high tops, fades (come on)
Diadoras, Pumas, Nikes, the brand with three stripes (uh-huh)
All di Clarks, spot bills, British

again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs

waiting for another door, the one where I find home

And I'm alright, I promise
I'm being real honest
Just listen to this album with me
And I'm alright, I

was told.
Yeah.

Well, the artist
looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said What we have got here
Is a pretty good track
But we don't have

and breaking, and the world's seeming cold

Well you step back into the family home
Filled with contempt for the world you once owned
And Berlin's just too far

by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back