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gonna do music
Until 2 thousand and 2 2

I rep Boy Better Know, there's no better boys
You don’t wanna see JME getting annoyed
Cause when he starts

just a new boy
Name an artist who can sing and rap like me, boy
Artist and producer, man, I do this by myself, boy
All these fake rappers, they be decoys

Gibson
Huh, Huh
Run it like Kenyan
Feelin like a villain
'88 Pistons
Hadda hit 'em twice 'cuz the boy had a chin like crimson
Ladies and gentleman
Rocks

love, yeah yah (woah)

Cause we don't know what could happen next time feds come around here 

(Pa pa paw) heard them boys shot a ni**a down 

(Pa pa paw)

‘Dope Dilla’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson

VERSE 1

Let me show you young niggas how to kill a beat
Let a old nigga touch it like

Man, I'm nervous, heck boy this is my first shot
I feel like I'm coming out of my shell and it feels to hot
And maybe this is why he was so scared

There outside her home
Oh, I'm a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me

Mama said son

Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like

They'd wake up in the middle of the night
A father and his precious only son 
Together they would huddle by the lamp 
Together they would learn

they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I

put an end to all of your grievances
Solve world peace, lil nigga
Boy, this shit really slap, on every volume like it was raised by Smack
In

Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parkin' lot

Or Mel Gibson with this lethal weapon,
When you focus on the wrong shit,
You miss out on your blessings,
I jus mind my business, Liv3 my life,
And niggas

on Instagram is
Brought to you by Bang
Energy, I'm the enemy of Great Satan
USA that made us slaves
Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son
I can't take

Apple Copella
I've got the juice right now and whenever
The boy's blessed in ways you can't measure
The ruler's back, don't ever
They ain't used to this

things
Sean, you're not even a rapper, bro
Then why am I on two songs on your album?
Yo, my son got rhymer's block, what a fucking clown
Man...oh wait,

here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel

Rebel Without a Pause

Public Enemy

Rap's Biggest Hits

1990

these
They belong to the 98 posse
You want some more son, you want to get some
Rush the door on a store, pick up the album
You know the rhythm,

Everything A Dope Boy Ever Wanted

Future

Coast 2 Coast 270

2015

Rolls Royces, on my 4th Ferrari
I got everything a dope boy ever wanted
I got everything a dope boy ever wanted
I got everything a dope boy ever

love me
Don't push me
Take the tv but leave the pussy
That was Pryor now we on fire
UGLYFACE with a bullet
Pussy until you fuck with me to pull it
This

Purple memories don't exist to me 
Who needs friends when you got 
Plenty of frienemies? 

Real enemies, 
They jealous 
Hoes see me, start acting

memories don't exist to me
Who needs friends when you got
Plenty of frienemies
Real enemies they jealous
Hoes see me, start acting
Over-zealous
There is

(Hit-Boy)

A man reproduces himself, through his child
So when he leave here, he can just smile
But I see fit to stay here a while
Maybe buy

mad at me
Because they didn’t see my views
Grab the hottest album out and re do it
That’s a goddamn power move stupid
You foolish
Don’t know shit about