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deeper than the vanta black or black Africa's blackest breed I'm referrin' to my rappin' secret
I keep the scratch and get the track deleted
Keep your

that's the problem
The fuck you expect? I go get what I want
I want you to say you picked me with your voice
I'm twenty-five, love, but I came by

of living in a better plans
My company surrounded by women there's only one I date
You save your grace as a better way of just taking space
But never take

to ruin this ting
All my people worldwide hold your head high
By any means necessary, we will get by
London city's busy that's why all the money's here

money, don't save hoes, save your life, yeah
3am in the morning, got you thinking bout your future, bro

Can't sleep, you know why
You're going through

true colors from a far
She better not think about doing me dirty if I'm giving her my all
When I'm stepping out might hit the scene and by the mall

)
They just wanna get cash boy (Boy)
I ain't out here tryna make a milli man I'm tryna make an impact boy (Boy)
And Lord knows they need it
Fighting

gonna have while we do more than just buzzing?
I can find a vibe at abandoned scenes
Sideline watching but I'm part of the team
Mind's not present but my

You Better Watch Me

LL Cool J

Exit 13

2008

Difference is I own mine and you still owe
Slackin' in your mackin' can't save a hoe
Speculatin' at the bar over mohetoe
Like I betchya fall off, oh no he

out
u get played by these hoes its a chess game
i see ice on my eyes got my shade zone
got this rap game tight on my ankle
keep ur shauty on the list

a busy guy and I ain't got time to play
Ah
So get out my way
Get out my way
AH
Now I realise
That all of that love is fake
I don't want your love anyway
I

Nigga wont break
Fuck is you sayin
Get out my way
Get out my face
Every nigga wanna take my talent away 
Got no time for no games every nigga wanna

dying bitches dying I ain't playing fair
Drive by walk down up the murder rate
I ain't going back to jail Ima do the race
If you jumping in this water you

Giannis player boy
Curvy model physique, can I be your playboy?
I'ma do it how I wanna boy, enjoy
If you into sex games, call me Gameboy
Living high but I

mind and it's grinding
I'm no toy, get your hands off my body, boy
It's not that type of party
You place or mine, is a played out lie
To quote this

would meet her future husband 
By age 27, get engaged a year later 
And get married a year after that
But when Kaffy turned 27
She didn't find a husband

(Right off track boy)
Then I get back to rap (And snap back boy)

Now where do I start, I'm living with loss
All the vicissitudes of the game gave me

laws that need to be reformed
But ninety-nine percent of us we never have the time 
We're just way to busy when we're tryin to get by
But gettin fucked

everything I owned and away I went

It took me a few months to save up the money I needed
In the meantime she was calling me every night to fall asleep, it

her boyfriend  that's her imagination baby
She loves me cold hearted
A Yoruba boy I'm cold hearted
I love when you back up your bumper
I won't save her

stacked to the beams
It all falls into the sea

Shoebox full of photos from the scene
All the nothing you been
Stuffing up your sleeve
More stuff than you

feel like I'm a king, queen)
Make me feel anything (ANYTHING)
I'll just go by myself
Crying out for hell-elp (You told me: "there's no room in your life"

sync with your aim
Put the blame on c , that's to say 
Put the blame on me , what a shame
Been taking out parts of me 
I misplaced them , dis sinking dis

Man I'm a Christian rapper but you know these bars were spiritual
I ain't your average Christian, really out here move in miracles
So many churches