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the train, tomorrow never happens, m
Ts all the same fucking day, man.

So you gotta, when you wanna hold a sigh, 
You gotta hold him like it's the last

Coke Like the 80s

Rick Ross

Hood Billionaire [Only @ BestBuy]

2014

know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already

love my music so I nutted in her
Damn I'm decent, Liam Neeson
I'm takin' over, you plain sober
Gassed up and you finished last
I'm crying nigga, that's

livin' wild and living free
Living life makin' memories
Sitting back thinkin' summer days
A plain white T and an old Chevrolet
Driving fast down a county

Hold tight, this ain't the last time I see you
Due time, that's my word, I'ma see you
Frontin' ass rappers now here stealin' issue
Posin' like they

gone
Keep they weapon by the scrotum when its time to draw
F**** nine eleven homie we never call
Wrestling with the pistols we not talking bout raw
Born

(facts)
Asian girl, kawaii
Set good and she love her anime like me (like me)
Jujutsu Kaisen, Baki Hanma analysin'
Cute in a plain white tee (love that)

Hook

Lil mama like the way I tawlk Mi Slaing 
Or the way I do my thang 
Bet about a thousand I can walk balmain
All white drip cocaine 
Vvs diamonds

Plain white tee in my hand, palm angles
Plain Jane chrome heart Rollie, That's dangerous
Kill them like Manson, RP got me standing, my shooter right

still here?  still lending me both your ears
Waiting on the next rhyme hangin on on every line 
Everytime I put my pen to paper which is off-white by

of it all, I'll Pull back & crossbow
Yo, I'ts Chaos motherfuckers, You'll reap what you sow
Duck down and stay low or get Mowed down by a pro
Don't react

Babe, I try, but I can never tell
If we'll be, or if we won't
If it was up to me, I'd send our doubts to hell
And make I do's of these I don'ts

the past and future call it irony
In the end I want to feel fine

--

Written by: TS Clay
Produced by: Heydium

The playground more colored than an Easter egg
Yo I moved here at 14 big ass dreams
I wanted to play 1st base on the Yankees team
But varsity I wasn't a star by

a piano we play the whites more than we play the blacks 
Enough of that today I came to entertain with bars 
Safe to say I went bananas and my shit still

the brain
Conditioned to follow the mass
Spreading the lies as news travels fast
State your opinion, state it today
Last call for life in this last

at times it got rough, it was just the four of us 
I wrote rhymes, it kept my mind off material 
Last four days had bologna and cereal 
No Jordans, the plain

Late Night

2Pac

Suge Knight Represents: Chronic 2000 [Clean]

1999

buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' n****s known for tellin' b****es f*** it in the late night

"Last

won't let that be. 
Call the huntsman!
At your service, my queen.
Take Snow White into the woods, 
and kill her!
But the huntsman felt sorry 
for Snow

they sell sad news
I was fucking three hoes I could never ever choose
Why white people keep shooting up schools
Pops told me just to play by the rules

with a white bitch
Candy cane
What would the game be without me
Gucci mane
I got a mature wrist
Plain Jane
Might fuck a mature bitch
Like Ron Jeremy
Suck

sociopathic father who'd snort white lines
And yet, go ahead girl and let your light shine
Unless, maybe there ain't none
It's why I write rhymes
I'm the same

you see
That without me
You'd have a plain white tee

We're a mighty voice
Heard through the land
You call us names but we're the one true American

Last Night

Souls of Mischief

Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution

2000

Last night!

[A-Plus]
I smoked a bomb sack facial
Then I got a call from this girl I hate bro (what?)
She said I'm comin' by don't think that I'm a H-O