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Upper Clapton dream it's crazy

Yo, I ain't never lived no
Times of a good lad
Time they tried to rush me
Bare times man had to circle back
They

you don't want no part in it
Your keys, toss 'em in the bowl by the window
Along with inhibitions
Roll it up in cigarillo
Long forget the fools

But they movin' keys like computer geeks
I can smell fake
Y'all niggas runnin' outta bars
Like a jailbreak
Niggas say they stackin' chips but
Got

Oh shit i'm goin' back

Yeah, it's back to my grind
Then back to Cali, smoke the Maui
Got no wings, just roll through the valley
Seen many faces but

back-in-the-cut style
Never had no black Maybach
Got hot sex from love childs
I'm not vexed, you run wild
Front style just to get you lost in the mist
Manager claim

Likhayi meri bhari
Samali rap ke zimadari
Dhari meri bharthi jarri 
Ganne mere sun ke
Teri jalthi jarii
Abhi toh aye meri bari
Chote

I know what i said

secrets by the gov'ment
Won't trust em till they tell me something
Tell me something
But this falls on deaf ears
Cause this what they don't want you to hear

We just playing with them on this one, yeah
I still rap your name forever, you know
Chasing my dreams, I'm getting close and closer. Remember them

bleeding raps
Belief and brass the only way and key to pass
Dandy as hell
There's no change without change
Can he excel
Corella to range
To many is strange

click, clicking ya heels
Won't get ya back home, when I come on
so bring it on you rap divas
Tell ya loved ones bye like Felicia
I was spittin' Ether

Major

Royale

Major

2019

the money you keep it moving
Since rap is the trap Imma keep it pushing
You addicted to bass that I'm cooking
Success is measured by work that you put it in

The Cards

Rapsody

The Idea of Beautiful

2012

remain playin' all of these cards
Until the bet pay off and put me in a brand new car
It's just the cards
And again I don't reside in no key state

What We Came to Do

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no shame in our game, +What We Came To Do+
Ya be actin' like we get paid for you
You want war?, bring it on, it's the same for you
You

Frank Zito

Necro

Brutality

2003

worse.
You've been instructed by sentences in each
Verse featured to suck you into a world invented to see you bleed first. My brutal rhyme is running

the throne
I heard they told you "Maybe you should try"
I got a answer for you nigga – no
Bitch, shit is a force
I been winning, just upping the score
I need

For learning how to bag it up
And piss out clean pee
To bag a quarter key of dope
And piss out green tea
I learned it in a cell when
I spent a couple

got too many gangsters on your team with you (CyHi)
What's crazy, is real live spots
It don't be no dope on Sundays, or thots (get yo' money and get

a three-five
It's ironic how I'm in Miami and the heat by
You gon' meet Juice WRLD if
We slide with three 9s
It ain't no motherfucking key on this foreign
Dukes

[Rappin' 4-Tay]

How would I rap? How would I rhyme? How would I get me some piece of mine?

Players like to recline, simple and expensive wine

Not that

and off-key moshing
See Maitimo and Norris the Boss
Bass off Nokia 5110
Nickelson polo with ninety M's
Ox Side on the remix of "Oh No!"
On my TV, Otis

a dirty, boy
Or that's your ass

I got flicked by the hooks pointing the Prada look
Off a dutchie
Caught the munchies, but was too high to cook
In

Ride Wit Me

T-Bone

Festival con Dios: Sampler

2001

California to the Florida Keys, we be
Slangin the WORD, while they smokin they're herb
And dippin 64's, hittin switches on the curb
Then swerve back in place,

My Life Is Sweet

504 Boyz

Ballers [Clean] [Bonus DVD]

[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee
Custom made

like I tossed you a pair of keys
I thought before I'd you I would've asked your mama to marry me
But here I am with this ringless finger and no dirt