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out like one track a year then, where's that gonna get you?
& 6, 6 is discipline
If you ain’t willing to put in those extra hours every night
Then how
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
when it comes to power, I'm power steering
Silly you say, I say you silly when you're say it
Rushing to the eject to put my shit in and play it
It's
the fiddle little time that I’ve got
To convince em that Achiles heel is something I’m not
Fill the well in which I’m swimming till I rise to the top
If you
And that’s why I’m doing this to show you it’s
Possible to go another minute when you’re in it
If I wanna win it then I’m gonna show you that I mean it
And I
Pussy, I ain't even know that you rap (let's get it, L's)
Shooters gon' pull up in that whack shit, yeah
Drive by and star in an action, yeah
Dump
on the cheek
What happens on the tour bus stays there
If you're not moshing you know
You can't play here
With Krept and Konan you know
They don't play fair
Man
I broke the record player that's in my mind
Unstoppable, untoppable, if you can't stop me, I'mma piss on top you hoe
It's possible you're bitch sees
that I believe
In the practices I'm about to preach
Your view is your own to see
I believe that you're high as Cheech
All of this is only fun and games
are
Well right now is your chance if you're gonna do it
Here's your shooting star
But oh no, how it feel to be the person they all wanna know?
Traveling
of my shoes
Just play by the rose and
That everything on cool
Don't play with no money people lack in a
Woke up in a club and they packin' a two
Then they
said, “Think cocaine's a rush, son,
Wait till you try power!
“Coz if you're loyal, then my boy I'll
Show you where to find more oil than soil.”
But who's
said, “Think cocaine's a rush, son,
Wait till you try power!
“Coz if you're loyal, then my boy I'll
Show you where to find more oil than soil.”
But who's
to have ya crew real fat in a huddle
Now you're wet in a puddle, here is the Ice Cube rebuttle
You ain't gotta chance, 'cause even if my bullet just
If you got it you can flaunt it
But that don't mean I'm gonna want it
I keep it real you know a hundred
Purple strain in the spliff we gonna bun it
If
hold back when it comes to the trap trap
What they say when I move through, best in the state ye I don't wanna boast
The rap shit ain't gonna suit you
niggaz in trouble
Just wanna cut girl I don't wanna cuddle
We can have sex I just can't love you
You can do your thing girl I cant judge you
If you ain't
up thinking a tooth is missing
I probably remind you of Eminem. But not if you're Noticing me by race
I was comparing it to the way I loathe in
looked my way and then she said
This don't come for free
I've had a drink, I still feel kinda thirsty
Don't come to party if you're just gonna curve me
rolling
Yeah, it's dog-eat-dog world
And I'm fucking Sioux
Who the fuck is you?
If you're built
They shoot silverbacks in the fucking zoo
I write this shit
pivotin'
While y'all visitin' I'm livin' here
Ball in a year
The hundreds and fifties in cheeseburgers
The twenties is balled up
You lookin' for singles they
with the best
Punchlines that you've got
Second round you gotta put it down
We gonna bring the flows and just chop
Round three
You better bring the speed
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
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