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nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit
Thank God I'm

don't wanna live or die by the gun
I ain't gotta be scared but, I ain't gotta run
From my mind, from you niggahs, everybody gonna shun
Try to fill

He used to sing all of these songs
For just about ev'ryone
He used to be the shining star
In every karaoke bar

The Karaoke King is dead, the Karaoke

I'm not talking Fendi (yap)
I fucked a bitch up in Houston I hit from the back had her singing like Whitney
I'm on the block with my Glizzy I'm tryna

Ghetto Rich

John Legend

Break the Pot

2013

slang
Your world is ghetto
It's where I live; it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto

I could never win

On Me

Erykah Badu

The Documentary 2

2015

through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'

Straight from the crypt I'm a dead man 
Dead plan 
Body full of blades I'm a hit man 
Kill them 
Smokin that thrax in the back all black with some

Straight from the crypt I'm a dead man 
Dead plan 
Body full of blades I'm a hit man 
Kill them 
Smokin that thrax in the back all black with some

surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was

right on my dresser
I don't live this life but they still pushing me the next up
Living like I'm dead huh, living like I'm dead huh

I been looking for

.17]Heavy getting low mane[00:52.35]But way up 5th floor bro mane[00:55.21]Bitch I'm bout to bust a move soul train[00:57.81]Balling reporting live from

skanky cunt (oh my)
I'll find you and chef you (dead)
I'm not the kind guy (splash)
I plan my move by every design
Look like you a straight punt (punt)

We live by that cash talk
I'm riding in Nascar baby
I'm tearing up that asphalt
They know not to play with us, baby
We strapped like the Blackhawks

and there's no going back 
But now you can sleep and not fear attack 
Evil has been expelled from your head 
So live your life before the world is dead 
I soon

This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city

I don't live up to the hype, despite all my dedication
I don't live up to the hype, despite all my reservations
Resurrection or the dead, I'm

Weirdest kid on the block zombies ate my neighbors
You the walking dead if its world war z from my metaphors 
I'm The dawn of the dead king

and red
So you might as well say that Skepta's dead
But I’m torturing Skepta I’ll start
From his head and
Go all the way down to the toes
Rip out his scalp

a pyromaniac
I'm rising over towers even higher than the Eiffel
Cower from the cyclone when these tidal waves attack
Paddle for the shoreline but I might not

with shallow breaths, tightness in the chest
Rapid heartbeats, now I'm fucking panicking
By the time you find me, I will be long dead
Swinging from

to relate to people that
Haven’t related to me yet, not because I’m
You know
Don’t love the fans I have but I think
It’s important you know to grab somebody

here and I'm there
I got shit everywhere, Talking sho
Hope you taking it from me
I go all in for my niggas a hundred
The fifty, we do not play that
We

I'm not worth fighting for
But I have to stay angry or nothing will change
Pity won't save lives, but fury might
I mourn the dead and fight like hell

Maybe I'm wishing I'm dead
But now I'm running Cause'
I'm cornered by feds
I met a bitch inside the alleyway
Inside of my head
She said
Oh casxuls you're