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Saw her on the dance floor poppin'
Hold up, stop talkin' to me
Tryna see that ass bop
She a big booty star on
The dance floor boppin' hold up
Stop

Gotta survive by myself
But at the same time get wealth
Won't put my gun on the shelf
It keeps me livin' like heaven
But when the shit jumps I'm
Ready

Putting double C's on your mattress
By myself I'm syndicate
You can't ignore what's imminent
Yea I got the roll let me send em in
No you're not the one
Girl

Aviv told me she got 15K on the gram like I give a fuck
I told her I got 15K in my pocket right now and I'm tempted to run it up
I got up and left it

Always getting lit in the night time
Gotta stay hot when the sun's up
College kid, gotta get my funds up
Raf on the track, new year new me
I'm back, no

Then I look up to the sky and see Mufasa (remember)
Went ——— to find myself a Nala (together)
Plus I shoot it from the hip thats why my Hop up (Bop

hazy
Heading home, it's getting late 

I don't need nobody else, I do it by myself
I just need God and a little bit of wealth
Maybe it's a sign that I

no room" (let's go)
Fucked one bitch, tryna put me on blast
I say, "Hmm, hmm, it ain't no proof" (yeah, yeah)
I popped a Roxy, yeah
Turnt in

FBeat Producing all the heat
Blueface Baby, yeah Aight (yeah Aight)
Aight (Aight) aight (Aight)
Bleed Em bop Bop Bop

Bitch I bled 'em overnight

really strange
People changing like the seasons on me
I been by myself
And I keep the circle little homie
Running through the garden
'Cause it's where I

a quarterback

Yeah (yeah)
Throw it like 12 (yeah), just so you know we don't fuck with 12 (fuck with 12)
Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself (by

Kid Gloves

Rory Gallagher

Fresh Evidence

1988

yes to the set up 
Made me feel so cheap 
But the street felt so good 
Now I've only got myself to beat 

"Kid Gloves, I'm back out on the street

Nigga, I’m Different By Choice

These niggaz wanna be G
Me, I just wanna be E
Stay wit’ a blunt full of weed
No, I can’t do nothing for free
Oh, if

Just me, myself, and I

I came here to dance all by myself
Not trying to impress anyone else
I came here to do and feel myself
Ain't got my eyes

'm on the block my last name is drummond
Spot me a opp then he get to running
You got a gun but be shooting at nothing
You hitting kids and bitches
I'm shooting

by myself, never needed no help
I took what the dealer dealt I sold my soul to get rich, I just needed some wealth

Lucky to kill myself I don't pray

I still getting plays though 
Made it by being myself, huh
I can't be nobody else, huh
Prodigy with some dreams 
Of being the best but not for

I've been hopping over obstacles and jumping loops
Time and time again time to rhyme again fed up with this trying shit
More intrigued by dying shit

Bass boomin out the top, this a bop, uh
Told myself that I would never stop
Gucci socks what I rock
She just like me for the clout
This the thing I

Niggaz 4 Life

N.W.A

Niggaz4life

1991

and be proud of it?

Flatline
Bullshit!

Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?
Well it's because motherfuckers wanna blast me
And run me outta my

(Bubble Boy)
Into
Uh 
Yea Yeah Yaey
Uh
Yea Yeah Yaey
Yea Yeah Yeah Yeah Yea
Yea Yeah Yaey
Yea Yeah Yaey


(Chorus)

I just do better by myself (Huh)

Boom Bap Bop

Verse 1: (Cas Santos)
Hip hop Turning 50 and I gotta pay homage
I fell in love as a shorty soaking up the knowledge
KRS used to teach

heart jump out of my chest plate
It made me start rhyming the next day
checking for the sick cats like an X-ray
Ay... I was raised on Wu
I had that

at the stars and see aliens

It’s me by myself and I bet it is

And everything else I said it is

I’m trippin I’m off of some sedatives

It’s me not a regular