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I'm,
Goin' too crazy I really just hit my prime in this year,
Can't escape it in my city, I'm really prominent here, 
Feel like Breezy, debut album, I'm

seem to know why
I am drawn to this energy I know is bad for me
You're toxic and textbook abusive, see here lies my problem I'm beaten down by what I've

Forever by my side

Just look into my eyes
And you will see the reason why

You stole the love from in my heart
When I met you back in the start
Now you

the clouds
The cymbal in the piece resonating with my sounds
Back in '18 it felt like I was buried six feet deep
Covered with soil, no one could hear my

sitting in my chair
Someone been sleeping in my bed
It ain't Goldilocks!
Slope down the ice with bobsleds
Bobby smoke 'til his eyes get red
Word up you best

composed
But a circus in me goes
Feel the lurking of a ghost, searching for a host, merciless imposed
That's my life, I don't really know why it's like cats

a boulevards in it
My albums coming out and I'm pulling cards in it
My range is so wide I can pull a car in it
Holding so much shine I can put a star in it

Blow! Blow! Blow)
That's ironic (Y yeah! Blow)
Ironic (yeah! Blow! yeah)
Salt all in my wounds
Hear my tears all in my tunes
Let my life loose in this

just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you

The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my

Creepin on Ah Come Up

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Creepin on ah Come Up

1994

the door
hopped in the smug, and I break fast
Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash
At last, nigga made good, and I got away

Stick my balls in the cannon and fire at every random ass liar
Who thinks this album ain’t fire
Fuck your stand in trash choir
Someone go tell the armada

Get me out of my head, I don't wanna think about a dead end
I'm so scared of all your feelings Fading away with every day
Little by little, you're

than I ever thought I'd be bet
I just wanna rap I'm in another league yup
Ok you can back up
I won't put you on my album if your rap suck
Like I shot

How You Want It

Big Mike

Hard to Hit

1999

niggaz couldn't fuck with me if why y'all were 50 deep
And I was fucked up on a Friday in your best disguise
East or West side can I get some
Get done,

turned to get to Broadway
Shit

I see the sun in the back of my mind
And everyone has got to pass on by
But I'm good, just gotta take my time
If it's

when I'm fifty-five and that shit big, y'all
I grew my dreads back, my head back
Twenty M's, I had that
Run up on 'em, head tap, head lap
Feds tap

Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G.

Born Again

1999

of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel

back to the bits
And make that bunda bounce like tigger
My bro making moves
Dishing out food
Call him Stringer
Am no central cee but am loading loading

dreams, so I'm leaving
Out the backdoor, move fast not slow
Got my own goals, Abraham Maslow
Got the bag packed, with the gun by the door
Car parked in

as I'm rappin' 'bout life in the street and the reason why he in the cage
Only thing different, we both talked about it, but life didn't give back an even

guys we're bringing it all-in (Guys we're bringing it all-in)

Woke up last year in my bed
This idea in my head
Thinking about a new Production
A new

pulling me in
Two steps forward and another one back
Living my life
Yeah I know that blessed
Rich young bitch but I still get in my head

As we lay in bed

here dreamin of you
on my way back home

everybody's walkin in the rain
everybody's goin their own ways
and I'm right here dreamin of you
on my way back

blessed the kid many talents, he was chosen
That's why you see I'm livin' in the moment
Every second, gotta own it
'Cause you never know when could be