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Won't come if there's not a fee
And if they try come stoppin' me
I swerve both ways, dichotomy
I like women and men (Yeah)
Work so fuckin' much, need

I do I'll miss the things passing by
I know, I know just not to go and close my eyes
Cause if I do I'll miss the things passing by

I'm all talk

To see temptation at my door

Uh, skinny jeans and dainty chains
Flowy shirts, I'm throwin' merch from off the stage
So I guess I know what works, and it's

only work in mania
If you in my proximity, I'm gonna murder your album's release date
All of them praying I retire
What I got in my notes app could feed

a relief invaluable 
To see the fruit of your work
People expectin' your album to drop
That's what keeps me fresh and alert  
Seeing somebody relate refills

But they either doubted me
Fucked me over
Or robbed me
Or hurt me
Or abuse me
(Gasp)
Those were my friends and family
Who became by enemy's
So what if

done by the 9th of may
Gotta write the song by the end of the day
Convinced if I’m late, it’ll will mean my dismay 
Album released the 5th day of June

to work around
Correcting all my friends
Makes me not want to have you around
Incapable of letting anyone be right
Then question all the rage like why we

a psychic
Shoutouts the HS that's just how we like it
It's funny how life works
Met a friend through a friend back in high school
Caught wind of their work

gonna work
And I know she gon' be mad when she see her best friend with a purse
I don't understand the hate, they know I got it from the dirt all from

a pager
To call our ride, who was either just getting off work or waking up, we had to walk to use
The payphone at the stop and go at the entrance

friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so

to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last

a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!

that shit, you know how I feel? Yo

[chorus: Nas with Boyz II Men]
I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
Ocean

of not hatin', I'm alarmed by it
I'm appalled lately, did they work, but the fuckin' dog ate it
Got the dog in me, let me park by the crib
No park by

in God yeah I'm waiting
Work my craft like everyday I ain't ever complacent
When the time is right you men won't escape seeing my face and
I'm like

a friend who falling off
An it’s sad ain’t it
Your songs are mad tainted
You sounding mad ancient
I see you mad anxious
I got a bad case of
Believing we can

yuh song
The one from the album wah name day one
Cyah complain haffi give thanks fi the likkle yah man
And by the way mummy good dwag
Still miserable

picked up a new job while writing this album. it pays worse than the last. life's cutting me like grass. it didn't work out too many times but it's all

(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)

You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried

Hip Hop

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith [Clean]

1995

friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin' 'bout all the ends 

that I spends, making snaps, pumping cool G Rap and Biz 
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about

took a dime
Made beats for your albums
Ghostwriting on your rhymes, unh
Didn't I scream 116? Unashamed in my faith
Taking worldwide trips?
Didn't I win

by sight
If I'm with You. I can't lose
You got something waiting just for me
I deserve to be loved
I can't settle just for anything 

Many men be