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really like us dawg, it's outstanding
And i base that on shit i've witnessed
Get many wilding by just minding my business
That's why i keep styling on them

a strap with a laser
'Cause I'm famous but I’m still a raver
See the girls see me in the club they’re like
He ain't got one bottle of champagne
(champagne)

Wait a minute let me talk to you
I think I should inform you who you're talking too
No let me tell you so you remember me
As the one that bust your

keep it up to gain some strength
I am me
And I am weak
But I am blessed
I've transgressed
But won't be assessed
By my own best
For that my gratitude

the grinding until the day I die.
Another day of me getting pushed around by the chat.
Another day of them saying how my music is ass.
Just some average Comet

juggernaut
And I've been high so long
Startin to think Ima astronaut
Gs stay silent like Giannis
Man young niggas got big bucks
Better think before you try me

Should I make a move because this is feeling so right
Pull up like yo excuse me miss
May I please have a dance?
I'm not really good at doing this
Hoping I

think I've got a pattern with Celine
And that I'm lyin', when I say that I do no get it for free
You would think my watch is in jail, my AP's

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

hear(that)
been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know but nothing comes
yes I know what you think of me you never shut up
yeah I can

Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know but nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me you never shut up
Yeah I can hear

said that you'd change
Cause I've got all of my life to live
And I ain't got nothing more left to give
You think you're gonna keep me baby you're wrong

The Talkin' Song Repair Blues

Alan Jackson

What I Do

2004

and I've got the parts
Just give me the word and I'm ready to start
I think we can bring her in for eight hundred bucks"

But don't be downhearted, I can

prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next

now watch me drip

High time with the raised stakes, make haste, lay to waste anybody doubting my place
I've been down on my luck, I've been down on my

classed in
I always manifest a meal can't think a time I had for fasting
Bring me a buck and ill return with a herd
Could sell grease to a pan how im so

bucks
About to cause some movement
Fuck that shit up
K
I've been chillin on my dolie
I've been solie on my Cudi shit
These villains think they know me

blurred
I've been acting all cool cuz I printed a shirt
I got a stripped polo in my bag y'all think I'm a nerd
Gun it down the streets and you know it be me

Cradle to the Grave

2Pac

Thug Life, Vol. 1

1994

this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina
I keeps her wherever I go,

of self esteem issues
And lately, it's the same excuse
How I let this game control me
When I make the rules?
Got the bread comin' in, so my day's amused
But

(Chopping shit up like trippie)
I could blow by myself, I don't need no nigga
to fuck with me Niggas saying this and that, but just keep it
a buck

of the Triss, I got closed eyelids
Like bro I can't even open my fuckin' eyes right
I feel like a plumber cuz I got that shit on me
Walk in the party with 500

K2, you made this one?
Alright, yeah
Ayy, you hear my name and think the Drac, but it ain't no relation
Rick Owens and them Mihara shoes, is weak

By the Time I Get to Phoenix

Isaac Hayes

Gold Soul

1970

But that's the only excuse she could give him
He said, "Mama, I can't take it. I've got to leave you. I'm gonna leave you."
When she tried