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They try to muzzle me but it won't work
Jesus was suffering so I won't hurt
Now I'm uncovering for what you search
They busy shoveling up in the dirt

Unh....yeah....check it
This is legendary shit in the making
Not that falsification that you partake in
Not them woof tickets supplied by cowards in

But where do I begin, need a couple M's in my bank account slim
Invest it all again and do it all again
Gotta make sure that my ends don't end, Woo

not feel it
We some thieves up in the night
We stealing, really be some villains
I been thuggin by my lonely
Chillin do not need civilians

Yeah

Feel

She go up and down
Like a pogo
Takin' pov shots like a go-pro
Bitch better be slim thicc or it's a no no
Don't fuck with the crew get put in a choke

was no doubt about it
Undercover men on every corner of their property
But Jack, he just took Jane by the hand
He said, 'Come on over here a while,

looked up with Quentin at the Tidal show, I know he got me
You bet my 'gera you a jack-ass
They know not to try me
I can tell by what they rockin' that

Thats just how I grew up
I been trynna play it, by the books
But I'm bout to, turn into a crook
Can I just go way back, way back
To when, I ain't know

much depression had my life buffering
Only made it out by a slim chance
I tell myself when I do make it, I won't take an advance
But still be out

that time goes
I just want it back, run it back to the summers
Open up a pack just to ash by the sun up
Bangin' on my jack back to back like a drummer

[mr. cheeks]
Back up off of dat speed
Yo, back up off of dat speed
Queens most wanted
Yo, back the fuck up

Chorus x3: niggaz don't want it over

Thank You

Sage Francis

Copper Gone

2014

You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you
I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue
You shouldn't give weapons

Hold on first off R.i.P to x
And has death been opened up to thee
Honestly i'm not sure
This how it is moving dolo on my own nigga fuck it
I heard

30 for a tenth
Late nights
Early mornings burning up the strip
(Burning up the strip)
Up twenty-eight by thirty-six (Uh, huh)
Late nights
Early

Lyrical Exercise

Jay-Z

The Blueprint [Bonus Tracks]

2001

the vultures in a van and
I run the block (run)
Pull up in a drop (pull up)
Push up on my money (push up)
I'm in great shape dunny
I keep jacks jumping

เดินเซอยู่บน side walk call up my friends บอกเพื่อนไปขับรถเล่นปะ why not.
Hop in the backseat พวกกู grind hard.
อยู่ใน black porsche of course not my

religions, no facts just all feel - yeah
The same people that sell the sickness sell the pill
So what’s up?
If your mind is a weapon then make sure that its

Don't need no help (help)
All by myself, dont hit my cell (cell)
Pack in the mail (mail)
Ship it or sail, loving the smell (smell)
Tale of the tape,

her baby why ya don't break up
She feel that he might change up
I tell her baby you chasing dreams give it up
Girl you different from the rest
I can

Smoking on exotic wrap it like a mummy
Gotta Xd keep it by my tummy
Try to take my throne
I’ll send you where the sun be
You don’t want me mad
I try to keep

to some ownership
Double up then spin the block on the coldest bitches
I bet you all warmed up to the Don now
It's all good till it's all down
If she riled

Everybody Down

Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse

2011

As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch
Get your bitch, make it quick

Aye we about to turn them up with this one right here
All the way up on way
Say he want smoke then we with it (Yea)
Like it's the fan that's cut

It's the man right chea
I got a hundred bands right chea
Say it's the man right chea
Ahh
Come up in yo trap like I'm Calvin bitch
Bitch I ain't no