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Nigga best play by the rules
Ain't dissin on bob I'm a builder but really hate using my tool
Everyone staring amazed by the way we walk into the room
Best

Brother you ain't got no inner soul, put a sock in it

They thought I disappeared, I just did a gap year
Like a fresher came back like a graduate
Now

What's Beef?

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

Give me the Remy and the chronic, ain't no telling what I do to ya
It's obvious the game's new to ya
Take them ends you make
And spend 'em on a tutor

key
Buddy out here broke as hell he ain't getting no cheese
I'm a island boy bitch yeah I grew up in the T's (For real)
It's time to put some shit in

) don't be influenced by this music
'Cause they ain't really livin' what they rappin', see, I proved it
I ain't sayin' goin' to jail is somethin' that I

hoodie/
Nino Brown when I bless the community/
Half stepping no I do it fully/
Tupac reincarnated, Nipsey Hussle/
Wit the motivation/
Ain’t getting younger

that bitch
Not now, but right now, go 'head nigga, do it!
Blau! All up in her nightgown
Feed the crib, Fed description, kid wit no meat on his rib

confusin', I'm losin' my brain in this music
Who the fuck is stupid enough to produce a track by a rapper with no talent
Who has no room for improvement
It's

on?
Got me chopping, mix and master, put it in the fryer

Straight face no banger
Coolin' with the crooks and trap stars
Independent women I pamper

Ain't no mistake
I'ma be making you pay
Ripping out your vertebrae
Ain't no escape
Don't even care if you pray
You fake and you stink of decay
You some

Ain't no mistake
I'ma be making you pay
Ripping out your vertebrae
Ain't no escape
Don't even care if you pray
You fake and you stink of decay
You some

kumboita ini handi chada
Handi chada this thing
It's over
It's over
It's over
Rombe remunhu wazvinzwa
Futsek

I ain't got no love no more, wakaipedza
Too

my slang
She want to fuck, better fuck with the gang
Hit, might bang yeah, we cooking up
We ain't cooking no Canes
When I'm off a 4 nigga we let it

Told em use it or lose it
I school these youts like students
But the Cali got man too zooted
And we aint tryin to hear excuses
That's why your little

We aint struggling we ain't struggling we can't struggle no more
We on this rocket, taking off and we ain't selling no souls 
We ain't goin back

that fool
These nigga Turk man I won't even have to use my tool 
Hold up nigga Stop it 
You talking hella tough but I ain't never heard you drop shit
If

tunnel
And the fights come by the bundle
It get hard to bob and weave
Specially when you don't see it coming

Shine shine shine shine shine shine
Shine

With the gang mob 

Break it then fix it 

I use to hate bob 

Broke I might rob 

Selling straight drop 

No face no case nigga like the ghost mob

We bosses like the Carter's we a cartel
Level up
I feel I haven't said enough
But that's okay let me listen
Know it ain't about the words you say but

When I ain't have it I would post up by the liquor store
And if you got it then I want it we ain't talking dawg
Up the that forty I'm not asking know

gutta yeah 
Cuz my flesh keep on coming 
But my spirit above it 
Now I feel like I'm something 
Tryna keep this new covenant 
Ain't telling no lie 
I sing

Got a dubee full of hash, burn it to ash
Ass, the bitch I keep it wet, splash
Roll up in the bar, full bottle and a flask
And if you ain't fucking with

in silence
Think about it
I'm late to this lecture

No longer what I use to be
Hopeless romantic
Feelings is Tragic
I am pray You get use to me
Peace

lovestruck
No matter how trapped
I can't get unstuck
Personality and ass
Like a wide truck
You got it all baby
Maybe I'm just a sick fuck
For thinking about