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ain't about the shine, it's the grind
Sometimes, it ain't gon be your time, wait in line
You might take a hundred Ls, but the dubs be the difference

The thought of you is able to bring me back
To when i was a kid, wasn't pushed by this mess and couldn't give a fuck less
Just wrote an open letter to santa

Santa's little bitch!

So now when it comes to this silent night
I got a fresh new list that I'ma check through twice
And it won't even matter if you

chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops

check it)

'Cause I love to grip that with a passion, got a couple of zips
And I'm off the rip, ready for action, nigga, fuck who you with
'Cause I be

letters no more...
So your job, delivering good news isn't even exciting no more
Well fashion works in cycles, I can sense it - your time is near
You're not

My hair sun-kissed call me Fanta-man
Pop fizz, I'm a wiz, no kidding mayne
Pain hidden, nitpicking my cadence it's blatant
The new kid on the block

Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity

On Me

Erykah Badu

The Documentary 2

2015

time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take

to God when he told
Me don't waste that gift
To inspire with the fire I spit
I'm tellin' you now go save them kids
And be a role model in life you live

Racist fathers Women seek you
Block em out Im in im on
My grind my mom Is broke im lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
Im smokin hard Punched holes in

Women seek you
Block em out I'm in I'm on
My grind my mom Is broke I'm lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
I'm smokin hard Punched holes in walls
I

know I'll never forget you)
I'm loving angels instead (This is for my mum)

Hook:
And through it all she offers me protection (Love you mum)
A lot

said, "Why?"
I said, "Come on and take a ride with a helluva guy"
She said, "How do I know you're not sick?
You could be some deranged lunatic"
I

Parents Just Don't Understand

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

The RCA Records Label: The First Note in Black Music

1992

"Yeah"
She said, "Why?"
I said, "Come on and take a ride with a helluva guy"
She said, "How do I know you're not sick?
You could be some deranged

letters
Send her home and she wear my new sweater
If the bitch wanna leave then I'll let her
Then maybe I'll live a lot better
Then maybe I'll live a lot

it for the clout, your friends all washed
The day I care about clout's when you can spend it in shops
It's gettin' sick on these blocks, most of my

I Get Money

Killa Kyleon

Houston Ain't No Problem

2008

Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck

I'm like a Santa 
Come and ride my slay 
It's gone be a cold night 
It's gone be a long night 
When you come in 
We get straight to it 
We don't do no

Get Clapped

Mobb Deep

Rotten Apple

2006

slippin' ill make him disappear

Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth won't slip new

I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em

it
Get started, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with the new

Still got news for anyone who's convinced
They could hack a send

That's all my shit out the way
Still here but here's
Where this ends, I'll catch you
All

a love story on the silver screen
Then put the song in the trailer, you see it in-between
The nightly news and the shows you be watchin' on the sofa
She