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say
So many reasons a mufucka gay
Four, we hop on the track and we stay
Voice memos, from the first fucking day
Five, then we shooting us a movie (Yeah)

can't control
I just follow my own intuition
But now that we ain't kids
We gotta make sure we know how to face
Reality when it kicks in
Although it's

yeah

See, all I know was get out and get it
I stay on the grind all night 'til my feet go numb
Blowin' mo' weed than Cheech & Chong
Livin' by

lil' white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin' committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin' up my people?

of left ya where I found ya
I stay releasing souls, acting like it don't take a tole
I grab my pen for the high impact I roll
Your way or the high way
Chose

Goin' half on the sub of the month, that was my woe (that was my nigga)
Used to go to school and studio when the block was slow
He pulled up in

lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Just bridgin' like the top

8:46 i look thru the list 
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in

Speedom (WWC2)

Eminem

Special Effects [Deluxe Version]

2015

I'm grabbing it right from the medicine cabinet
'Cause that's what it's like and attack it like a Dracula bite
Jetpack in my backpack when I write

don't judge her 
Cause all I do is love her,
Listen Work Out she gon play it for another
Track after track 
I'm making money for my brothers
2 outa 4, 2

lacerations
They know I own my imagination
And I'mma be this way until my assassination

Do what ya want, do what's right in ya heart
You gotta fight through

chips so causally

Sometimes ya gotta know when to let go when your hay days now retro
When the times pass you by and from the get go you’ve known to be

left now I can go
Through these awesome little two-week
Things where – well
Not anymore because I don't have time to
– but when I didn't have to do shit

Its killiahsaab up in this track
I swear the song just like hip hop
Fuck it my Nigga
I bring it back 

High school
I was told that I run faster
Izzy

a spitter, old school tagger
Flows still sharp like a sharpened dagger
Climb the ladder from the gutter to the stage
Now I spit something just to earn my wage

on the beat, go loco outrap me? No go
Stand up tall, rep for my country
Shoutout my family, bro knows
I move on my own, with my own toes
Shoutout my family,

I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up

I don't remember the day or the precise moment
But when I finished high school and
I was still stretching my fingers as far as they could go
To play

Wanna Be a Baller

Michael Watts

Sittin' Fat Down South: Platinum Collection

2003

Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C.

I'm sorry you had to hear all this business, he started running that tape.... I've just been
sitting in here on my own, being variously.... twiddling

Watch me go see me go
There I go check out my flow
Yeah watch me flow
Check out the way I flow
I'm no gimmick Im a lyricist tho
I write my own lyrics

high, a caterpillar room ina cocoon

Militant, platoon, mi nuh baboon
Simmi and Erykah Badu ina Balloon
Done so we go tek a view from e plateau
Den wet up

Human Video Game

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

The Art of Flipping Channels

2005

defensive and yell leave me alone
These are my quarters stupid, go get your own
Dude walked away with this look in his eyes like,
Yo man.. I wonder what's

The Battle

Shystie

Vertically Challenged

2005

sound lesser.
So don't get it twisted, girls -- you aint better.

Man, I take down your whole 'hood with my four wood.
You hear they way I flow,