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he comes here for Honky-Tonk Tuesday
And the five-dollar potluck dinner plates
And to be surrounded by friend who have walked in his shoes

man, trigga man, trigga man please don't shoot
'Bout it, bout it, bout it like T-R-U
Young nigga ridin in a V-1-2
Chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu

4 Kings

Pimp C

Buck the World

2006

Just another young **** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

Let's go, 1 for the bread and 2 for the ****
Miss the 17 fire, damn

By your man when you haven't quite woke up? #metoo
When you're both 17 in Cali where no Romeo and Juliet rule applies to you? Hashtag you two in jail!

jump all-black, gon' pull a kickdoor
For 1500, youngin' knocked 'em off
We gon' kill 'em all by one by one, I want the top dog
Really fucked up in

make you teethe for the night
Yeah it's on me for the night
Chill ain't no need tryn fight
Im creed wit a right
Bitches love me michael b for the night

for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One

City of Stars

Logic

The Incredible True Story

2015

than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one

trynna rob me
91 Bops in yo' head call you Rodman
It ain't no stopping
I got the bands in my pocket
Michael Jackson moon-walkin
No need for blocking
You

and some fried rice

Yeah, two-point-two for the Rafael Nadal
Don't act like you're happy for me now
Don't act like you wasn't prayin' for catastrophic

Well I'm goin' to rehab, goin' to rehab
Gonna rehabilitate myself by drinkin' a bottle
'Til I can't see at all my problems
Fiending for a copacetic

rancid
Whale blubber for breakfast
Lunch and dinner with a side of sand

Several months later
2D spotted a plane flying along the
Coast moved to tears by

already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make

mind because I be livin within a time
I gotta be so defined, by the rhymes I write every line so tight 
And I might just fly like Michael's type when I

Wack ass 
Bitches on it
Clothes stained 
By vomit
Back summertime chi 
Was prayin for a comet 
Hear the hook stop motion 
Call it Wallace wit no Gromit

the back of Michael's Van
What's the plan?
Are you going to try and do my life dirty? (dirty)
Take these two tequila shots, no lime or chaser
That's a birdy

For all that I got
Don't know nothing about me 
They wanna get stomped
To be what it is 
To be who I am
I'm ballin like Michael 
Right up on the slam

dancing
Wanna see me hit it from the line? Bitch, I'm Reggie Jackson, back in action
Preparing for Creed, think I'm Michael B.
Huh
Jordan In the finals 6-0,

you can check my health
No I don't like the help
Go for gold Michael Phelps
So it's so funny to me, ha
LOLOL
I'm the best on the shelf
I'm obsessed with

to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can

could life could become by the month of august
All I know it's good for pockets good for the profits

Tell these niggas I ain't playin like a DNP
Do this

use autotune
But they still be tuning in automatically
(Damn) hitman said, "Cass
Sign a autograph for me" and Tory corny
Using my own lines to battle me

off of the floor
And no I ain't needed no help
Cuz I put in pain by myself
Start geeking she feeling herself
She wet imma dive Michael Phelps
Geek geek

in
Look, I've fired in the booth for too long
If Charlie don't know by now
He's taken too long
I moonwalk on riddims like Michael
So hand me the title