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me wats going on so
I keep em Up to date
Might lose some weight
But my pockets and my family always straight
Surrounded by some fakes
Always by my self

this is an everlast
Yeah it's going by so fast
Yeah It's always on Max

Yeah I am back
I'm taking shots at your cap
Yeah they wanted all of that
A power

a personal problem for pitiful people
N***** p**** that’s why I say f**k ‘em
Cut ‘em out by the head, we gone chuck ‘em
When it’s beef, we outside, we don’t

Let a nigga talk shit then he get ran down 
Bitch this glock twenty-three bringing all of them rounds 
Ion cop it by the zip I buy the god damn pound

annihilated 

She a boss gonna get it that's by any means independent
You know my favorite color green calling all the shots
Get money I'm a get it get it get

a brand new crib rite by the lake
And if I don't I'll still be grateful if I can motivate just a couple people
Separatin em far away from all the hateful

decisions, they don't make a plan
Now you looking like opposition
I killed em all in my composition
A lot to lose so I've been dismissive
You would call it

I Heard They Want That Pressure Ima Give Em What They Ask Fo
How I'm running shyt bytch I coulda been an ass hole
I keep running like a nose with

Squeeze the Trigger

Ice-T

Rhyme Pays

1987

the court heard the case
Justice or corruption?it's all interlaced
How can you swallow this?I can't stand the taste

Squeeze the trigger
  
I get paid for

Play ya cards right
Texas Holdem
Worn him out by the store
Tried to told him
Warning signs you gotta read 'em
Do right by all the guys you gotta feed 'em

End Of The Road

Machine Gun Kelly

Lace Up

2012

the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment not by the past
Homie live each day like it's your last

All my life
I couldn't fit in like a bad

doing it back
I know how to make em all mad
Ima just smile, relax 
Raised by a nigga who trap
Apply all that shit to my raps
Ain't never gon beef, niggas

The streets is calling, i'm saucy, they let ya mans out; its
Shout out to Boston, my dawg, i told y'all i'd
Murder 'em/
Scurred of 'em, d'fam fit them sticks

Espacio

Lil' Kim

Life Story

1999

birds
Nothin's heard, feds want to tap my word
Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds
You swerve, I splurge with all

Preaching the gospel of the king-dom
Some of my people were sick
Some of em possessed by demons
Healed them all word spread
Can't believe what I was seeing

freestyle of the year
I should charge em' for the verse
Niggas sick to they stomach
You should call the fucking nurse
Hidden Gem album of the year
You heard

resume 
I'm acting brand new, Gotta new check but I ain't lost respect
Heard you the ref cuzz ya hold all the techs 
I was walking through the valley with

Jackson in dis bitch
Took a vacate now I'm wylin in a six four
Hollows make em sleepy all my shooters gotta tip toe
If you gotta problem I can handle any

when yo name is LeeVontae it ain't nun to it bitch
I been going crazy oh but y'all ain't heard of Lee
Bitches gon regret all the time when they ain't

(Aye)
(It’s Roqit, ‘bout to give it to ‘em, you know)
(Big Hubble man satellite shit)
(You feel me, let’s get it)
Ride with the semi so the car

they don’t like me)
All these niggas hate me
And I don't know why (Fuck em')
They can't knock me off my hustle
But these haters can try (Yeaaa, Yeaa)

sellin' coke
And now the money's looking lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Kick 'em the game, it's all the same
I kick it back,

It's Friday night we good
Damn near lost my soul
I been smokin' weed
Gettin lost in women
All of em' freaks some of em' hoes
Damn near lost control

FBeat Producing all the heat
Blueface Baby, yeah Aight (yeah Aight)
Aight (Aight) aight (Aight)
Bleed Em bop Bop Bop

Bitch I bled 'em overnight