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at us now, young niggas runnin the town
Come fuck with the squad and we gone put you down

Mic in my hand just give me confidence
Me and my gang run it by

stuffed the dailies
In my shoes
Strummed ukuleles
Sung the blues
Seen all my dreams disappear
But I'm here

I've slept in shanties
Guest of the W.P.A. 
But

brother got a strap for these hoes that be hating
I spent 3 or 4 on my J's and her leggings
If that hoe tripping imma leave that hoe geeked
I was talking

Ive just gotten very blessed
My game is too high you aint gone see me on the streets
Not even by the corner ray allen with the three
Every time I’m

thing that we chasing
I said oh Lord
Could you save us
From the drama and our frustration, Lord

[Verse 3]
Frank Knuckles, you a fool with it

you agree
I just fuckin guarantee that ima live like i am free
I don't care if I'm your cup of tea
Can't pin me down for 1,2,3
During quarantine call me

only trust a few shoutsout to k j and t
We related but it dont show up on the family tree
Them is the only ones thats in the eskimo family
Lame ass night

shoot bout it
Talk to the J's but I won't have a clue bout it
You walk up on Lil Vell, bet Lil Vell have a new body
Slow this hoe down, I think I see

Bell rang around 3
Whole ocean of penny faces
Are cruising past me
Kids that don't even know you
But still treat you like fam
The ones that stay by

I'm not the one, the two, or the three, okay
Go
This shit off the top like J.F. Kennedy
Niggas copin' with their L's, they need to smoke to find

Yeah, uh, yeah, them boys gon' cry, don't need no hanky-vanky Three times, I'ma feel it, they
Ain't rhymin' They got jellies, I would die, I'm doin'

Lauren Hills, even the Mary J's
Queen Pen, even Beyonce
The Trina's to Adina Howard, Ashanti
Regina Bell ohhh do me swell,
Anita Baker, The Kim K's they

My father died when I was 17
He gave me the keys to the beamer so I rode my dreams
High self-esteem high off that ganja green 
Purple lean I'm

the dream is what I'm after
Getting every dollar
For being a player

It's a special kind love,

a very special kind love

It's a special kind love,

a very

Sag My Pants

Hopsin

Raw

2012

And let me leave your mind corrupt from this song
See you can't stop me cause I'm a brainwash teens
And create false dreams cause it pays off clean
I'm just

scream,[03:53.37]Where I'm from isn't as bad as people make it seem[03:56.52]They can take away your dollars but they can't take away your dreams[03:59.09]Remember, where

contradict, please,

Just a dollar and a dream thinking money trees,
Plant my seeds in the dirt, then maybe one of these,
Will turn into something great,

(Imagine that) tellin' Saquon he wasn't as
Fast as me (He can't run)
Telling Durant that he couldn't
Splash the three (He can't)
Telling LeBron that he

I've stuffed the dailies in my shoes,
strummed ukuleles, sung the blues.
Seen all my dreams disappear,
but I'm here.

I've slept in shanties, guest

Big Poppa

Brian Bart

Tribute to Notorious B.I.G.

2004

Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree

"I

Old School

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

Before R. Kelly had his teens.. Wutang had their cream
Slick Rick had his rings... crack rock had it's fiends
Martin Luther had his dreams, Stevie

die by twenty-five or catch a quick three-to-five
So be advised ,the street's full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest, one that survive,

dreamin";
I strolled back home with a grin on my grill
I figured since this is a dream I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince

even in the valley with a Mountain View
Used to pour up yellow look like Mountain Dew
Had to stop you could count to 3 and I'd be out by 2
From dope