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(Peace)
I don't need to breathe
I just need to scheme (Scheme)
I'm like baby Keem (Keem)
Dating lady T
Flirting baby P
Grillos Masterpiece
I am 17
Got it

dreams
Don't hold your breath waiting on freedom to ring
You want reparations from your slave master
Everything good until you want to buy Alaska

p-p-page
Got to slow down and a-act your age
Restricted by the way that wisdom is conveyed
Using dollars to measure the value of your day
Okay, imma show you

Some facts
We just may have to face it
Sometimes
Just want to turn the pages
Payback
They usually gonna say that
Wayback
We used to kick it like that

I'm the beast and you're the beauty
Living life like it's a movie
Getting by in life I'm moving
Getting high so I won't lose it
I'm the beast

Crazy in Love [Live]

Jay-Z

I Am...World Tour

2010

Baby
Seem like everywhere I go, I see you
From your eyes, your smile, it's like I breathe you
Helplessly I reminisce, don't want to
Compare

and like my momma said "Fuck the cops!"
One-Three-One-Two - ACAB - A, B, A, C, A, B, B
Blood code Mortal Kombat to my mortal enemy
Life's a circus - Big top

she want to
She can just bring her friend
When she give it to me
I'mma kill that p like a murderer
I, I like it that that that that oh
I, I like it that

like Tay-K (Huh)
Double homicide, they out for blood in 4K
You don't want no smoke
These magazines, call it Fader
Before I die from shock
She said she

Intro- Haha, me and P Dot is gonna fuck you niggas up The Davis Way. 



Verse 1- These punches will put down Kimbo

Goodie Mob pistols, my shit be

want beef, capisce (haha)
Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
She said, "No, don't leave"
Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be

Aunt Dot

Lil' Kim

The Notorious K.I.M.

2000

and we'll get along fine

[Lil' Shanice]
see'mon please, I want to be just like you
600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies
Crazy baguettes in my

U Can Be Touched

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug s***
You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money

know they be hatin' on how I'm cakin'
Want me boxed or dead
I move with birds by the flock instead
D.c., I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots

sepal, tryna get you people out my mind 
Even if we not committing crime
They want to kill us for a dime 
Is it because we divine?

R.I.P to any black man

and think about
What the incentive is
Livin for their approval has
Got it's benefit's
They special cause they don't live like you
But they die and their blood

though
But the way niggas move make me uncomfortable
Cant be P noid by you decoys
We the Warner bros, the GFG Boys
Cops lock us up, don't make a peep
You

Fight, (Rise Up) by Kurtis Devore
I want you to fight
I want you to fight as if the breath you just took is your last
I want you to fight because

R.I.P Nipsey blue hundred I don't do Cripping
West side Nigga on the east with Bloods who done blew niggas
Ever ran up so much pape ain't know what to do

You like to play with me

Like to think that I

Be Jealous Baby aww Don’t you

Oh baby you must be very confused

Think I still want you?

(Bitch

don’t never be about the same thang
Blood pressure high
But all the cells went somewhere that don’t get seen much by the sky
Fucking with you is like

Like
Girl you fine
Girl you kind
You my type
All just lies
Just wants time
To do what he likes
Didn't know to see clear must lose his sight
Used to be

So how come with you I can't seem to be done?
It's seeming like what we got not just for fun
We be trynna keep it P on the down low
So please don't be

And who want the bud?
Now all my bad lucks up
Walk around like I don't give a fuck
Make up your mind I'm stuck
Out of blood and I'm out of touch
Don't try