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Homies held him back let him go he not vicious
My songs are like food the recipe is delicious
Told me you love me I know that you didn't
Said you my nigga

Steady tryna kill me for views
That's why I do what I do for money

Spent a lot of money pouring fours in the deuce
I'll never tell you lies you know

told me go hard and you'll make em mad wit this
Now I got them so mad
Got some hate in my heart from the shit in my past I lived
But I'll never go back

Ain't no comin' back
When you go, don't let the door hit you on your way out
You dropped my heart, ooh
So where's the love in that?
Ooh, and it's

acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy
Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women
My father skated but he left me with latent addiction
One

Accra to Kumasi flying back to Accra
Calls from mummy have you reached how far
Link up with cuzzy late night on the Streets
We ready to hit bloom bar

I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
 
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)

on my bizness
Yo kno that for certain
Hit that bitch from back
Screaming my name
I just get to this cash, and stay in my lane
Boy you better get back

a dollar and a dream
Now it's racks up in my jeans, I'll wear 'em for like a week straight (Aye)
And I don't give a crap (Naw)
She ain't want me back then,

your bitch make her drop to the floor
She coming home with me I suppose
It's okay I'll send an Uber 
You can go and pick her up
I don't love these hoes

Ridiculoid

Cannibal Ox

The Cold Vein

ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon

Portland I'm known for the blazing
Hitting Mary Jane before I'm hitting the staging
Adrenaline building body feeling the raging
Like a tiger in a cage, I'm

like Rudolph
Try to rob me I'll cock back that shooter
Trying to count how many bitches pussy I ate
Why you do that? 'Cause I love how it taste, ooh!
Me

Hands of a Dead Man

Master P

The Ghettos Tryin to Kill Me!

1994

once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back 
You get in front of the judge nigga you can tell your facts 
I fell asleep in the back of the cop

submerged, by the pool of forever
(Yea, uh)
(Uh, Yea, Whoa, Yea)
Shawdy got backbone, uh
Bring that ass back home, yea
Turn around - back up
Ion need - back up

from them demons
Do you hear me lord
Still tempted by these women
Cuz they insta thots and insta whores
They wanting more
I'm having less
Material but

hope one day I'll be
Back to me
Back to me yeah
Back to me
I hope I'll be back

I hope you're here to see
See the best in me
'Cause fuck all this shit
I

In the back of this spot it's a chicken coupe
Pour a whole another four I can't do the two
I'll twist up the brick like a Rubik's cube
Ok (ok)
Ok(ok)

fast
I seen some shit I wanna leave bro barely coming back
Whole gang got rich and now we eat there ain't no going back
Stay on my P's and Q's I'll

around switch the plate
You gon' be thinkin' for hours, tryna figure out what the fuck I made today
Ill switch the locate, still be doin' the same shit

yeah
Life never grass plain
More like a crashed plane
Yeah yeah
Rollin up fat jane
Hit wit da fast flame
Yeah yeah
They like the plat chains
I see da

of what I've got and what I'm dealt
I'm walking down this trail, call me Roosevelt
By my side is Method, he ain't tepid, all intrepid
All you skillless

Spotlight's back on, got my faith, where's yours?

Do you still believe in me?
Didn't I give everything I had to give you to make you see?
I'll never forget

up sip lean and get lit
And when I die bury me right by bitch Mary Jane
She been by my side ever since '95 with a beat to everything
Wake up first