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on the run, they on the run, and they biting like they fleas
I got the gun, I got the gun, and I drive by a killing spree

Look, I got my diamonds, I start up

and bought a gun
I'm gonna shoot that bitch for real
All these rappers are my son
And I know they know the deal
I shoot up my gun now watch him run
Then he

a Trump
Mad about government checks
My album sold more than drip
My album sold more than sauce
My album never sold out
50 million dollars for a show now

This war gotta end, gun violence gotta end oh oh
Working on your album debute
Turning into our Smoke Dawg Tribute
Headline on Notorious Utopia
New gen

Surrounded by shooters I feel like the Nets
Got 3 hoes all on me I’m feeling like Press
Pasto beating my chest like Jett
Fuck it I’m tryna catch flights on jet

Jota antipatriarcal
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ever since

It's my muthafuckin' birthday
Aye
It's my muthafuckin' birthday
Aye

In '01 by my birthday Aaliyah had died, the twin towers had fell
In '02

anyones letting you make a sting like
“The Cover Album was sickening
Listening to Bling Face sing is making my ears ring
Say I need some autotune, bitch,

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

tho, I feel you Jay
I grew up by Central Ave
21st gon get u raised
Shout my n em
My pops is HIM
I told em this the raise
The bar is up, I jumped over,

on an album
Boy better know that them tracks gonna come soon
And their gonna come through on the 15th
Man said different their lying to you
Stop that
All

and covet
21 Savage and Travis Scott make them hungry
Crabs in a bottomless bucket facing upwards

Facin' math lottery-level-bad, but it's all for the art

February 21st my birth certificate stated
Ten years to the date Malcolm X was assassinated
And like him I can still feel the jealousy and hatred
From

the rank
I don't care if you know frank
All your talking is poppycock
It's all insured by Plymouth Rock
I'm spitting hit and runs
Ask ghost I got a Tommy gun

Album, es sollte die Szene killen
Keine Swingerparty, doch es kamen wenig Singles
Mein Rap-Style ist vielleicht wirklich sehr kindisch
Doch die Taschen

Quick to Back Down

Nas

Blazin' Hip Hop and R&B, Vol. 2

2004

shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your

Headbanger

EPMD

Business Never Personal

1992

been, I've been workin 
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin 
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil 
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play

Goodbye

Killah Priest

Black August

2003

and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start

I got enemies, lot of enemies
Want the end of me
And bury me, that by any means
Necessary, yeah
And friendin’ me, no one friendin’ me
They is scared

the 21st. century schizoid human being...
If by chance they encounter a good musical idea, no matter how small. they will stop and smell the flowers that come

it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In

It Ain't Fair

The Roots

Detroit [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2017

passed on the young side
It's bad 'cause a good friend's hard to come by
Justice is never color blind, never gun shy
The one crime, you may never see

you get hit in your head, prrrat
Cause I ain't from the city of suckas
Philly is the city with plenty of gun busters
And I go by the name of the hustler

Uh, yeah
Brrah
Uh, yeah

Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons