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they told me I did my own thing now I'm way up


I was down now we way up I was down now we way up
I was down now we way up I was down now we way up
We

on the road trying move out a O back n forward from the D to H lil girl in the back I’m just praying we safe on the phone with my dawg trying see bout this play

old. 
It sounds like the same lyrics 
Written and spitten 
From different rappers and all I'm seeing 
Is y'all making music go backwards.
It's my turn

them teeth
Seeing your face is so old to me

Back out outta my face fraud
I'm really not tryna talk to you
Tellin' me I'm neva finding a girl like you

sitting in that hall by the kitchen
Rocket up that second flight, I'm a man on a mission
Her door open, seen my sister in the fetal position
Now nothing was

praise up
Because He grace us and I'm so gracious
Or is it gracias my Spanish need improvement but that is obvious
He a way maker, the chain breaker
And He

Fly Around

Polyester

2 Tha Left

2017

love to hold it down
This for my home girls that love to let me beat
She hook it up with the grits and the G's
She look fly but she stay lowkey
I'm

Usher
No chauffeur, I'm wheeling myself in a big '64
Rims poking, three wheel motion, my lungs full of that herb
My niggas still on the curb posted up

back to the old me
Even if I stay lonely, No

I'm feeling a way 
I feel like I'm up against the wall with all of this baby
Is anybody there can somebody

saw her cry
What on earth am I to do to clean her tears and make her smile back
My mother never wants to see me sad she wants me smiling
And also wants

my old hood
But I'm in that new whip
Same old burner it got a new clip
Everyday, new young nigga dead on the news clip
Every hood, same old niggas

The world at my sneakers,
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features, 
Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Came on the scene at 19

Living on Aloha

I left Kulani prison at a quarter to nine
Made my way to Pahoa to see an old friend of mine
I'm fresh on the outside and looking for

catchin' the bag
I'm finna skin it
One of the more than one ways it pays
To stay in it to win it mic is riffin'
Think I'm gonna pay my bill still?
On your

run run

If only life was easy back like when I was 16 dreaming
Bout that lonely highway heading out of my home town
Driving like I stole it I'm not

Lola

The Kinks

You Really Got Me: The Very Best of the Kinks

1994

physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight, she nearly broke my spine
Oh, my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she

nah
Cause I'm super nice
Flow too precise
And I'm never slipping cause my grip a vice
And my family covered by Jesus Christ
Amen

Bags on bags on bags

I know it might be selfish, what I'm about to ask
But could we turn back time so I can live behind my mask?
Now the whole world knows my name, I've

Take Ya Home

Bow Wow

Doggy Bag

2001

move so fast across the floor
I mean you run through my mind like all the time
To the point that I just wanna take ya home

Right now, when I'm old

you know somethin
I grew up watching my momma struggle, shit was soul crushing
I went from getting curved to fucking all my old crushes

Just cause I'm

Grown of the grapes stomped by old wisemen
Holding the bottle like Heisman
F out my face
Stiff arm a bad vibe while I'm running my grind in
Weaving no

I don't want to go
I want to stay home
It is always by the force
I wanna be alone
If i had plans
Anything of my own
You always fuck it up
By dragging

sibling, your family
No going back to the old ways
Let's just leave it in the old days
I rather have it brush you wrong
Then to stand at a cold gate
We need

within my deep strokes
I'm gonna please hope
I'm gonna free home 
For whoever wanna listen for the free dome 
I let go of the wings for the wings
Buffalo