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and listen him he's in charge
Fueled by sex, murder and cars, gold leaf cigars
Make you take a bath with wrist scars
Cuzzy I'm ice cold, bald-headed spinal

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

ain't no grip cause you sweat it away
I don't sweat it anyway, come and get it any day
You say you's a rebel, my nigga Some rebel, my nigga, just send him

Argentina'

In the Argentine he died
Father Fahey by his side
'57 was the year his country mourned him
A hero of the nation
He's remembered with elation

and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They

looking like a slug for real
He ain't got no money, he ain't up for real
Tell him what you said if you're so tough (Tough, tough)
Crown is on my wrist,

shit, I make the rules that I live by 
In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high 
The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's

playing round Christ laid His life down
Went to heaven got His crown and He coming back down
I was just going round and round
But Christ came and laid His

for an end
And I can't help but stare
Caught up by your glare
While you cling to him
I've been clinging to despair

I'll wear this badge
Like a crown

Right smack in the middle of an overgrown road
Is a glass house riddle with thrown stones
Ask now for a little he'll postpone
We don't delve deep,

her ear like girl leave him alone
Ooo ooo ooo
She still let me hit on the low
She in my DM
We in the bed by the PM
That's your new boyfriend I see him

Walls of my attention frantic
I am not him and he is not I
He is just my monumantic
Sitting on the floor by my old bedroom door
I'm searching for

we call reality 
Mimicry isn't mastery 
Don't fall victim to flattery 
He's in his house of learning not bothered by a bloody eyeball 
You couldn't

New God Flow

Kanye West

Game of Thrones

2012

as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,

Diamonds make you stare
Shinning like I’m fucking Cher
Made my bones by the grace of the Don
This fucker joker shown his brawn
Slaughterings worse than

goals 
He’s a skit man talk about jokes 
 don’t have exs man I have hoes 
Ain’t playing games  ain’t no tic tac toe 
Time going by like tic tic 
Down

that's what I tell them
People I hang out with ain't afraid to drop him
Got a lot of fears I won't let in my way, Out here chasing dreams that's day by day

Who's Number One?

Lil' Kim

The Notorious K.I.M.

2000

like to introduce to you, my bitch

Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Trying to take my crown, I ain't

Relax, relax, lady
I'ma go back to where
A mutual friend of ours
I gave him a CD
That's way back
That's like
Niggas don't even know
Well, we'll get

to call on Jesus
Wait Wait Wait
That’s all I’ve been hearing Him say to me
I’m sorry I don’t have the recipe
For the sauce cause I got the seasoning
You

by my booth under neon signs

You're with your girls out in the crown
I know you've moved on now
But the song came on, and you're in his arms,
And I

do
Don't bring your ass around when the kids in the hospital
Cause that's when it's too late
Looking at him in defeat
He ain't have a father
He was

don’t you get on one knee?

He said I can’t afford that now
But I will give you your crown 

Later they both went off to college
They couldn’t keep going