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(drugs and depression) 2x

*EastSide
Drugs and Depression
My niggas be flexing, 
We be counting all this chicken
Fucking up my mother dishes
Whipped it up

be too soft

Red on da nose uh da stick
Like Rudolph

And I don't know none uh you niggaz
Dey acting surprised
I'm looking like who y'all

Don't fuck

Warfare

M.O.P.

Body of the Life Force

2000

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about

You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under

Returns

NF

The Search

2019

all of your dreams
Hold 'em hostage and watch 'em scream (ah!)

Rap aside, I am what I advertise
Don't matter how you put it, we live
Then we have

the shit when I need it
cin't living life for your standards, I'm a motherfucking genius
I believe I am a God, drinking the blood of Jesus
Mop it with Wonder

New York Giants

M.O.P.

Yeeeah Baby [Clean]

2000

How about some, fuck that, look nigga, you know the name
It's the 1, slash, 718, slash
M, dot, O, dot, P, dot, First Family, dot
Boogie Down,

And I got these Balmain's on me
I got that thang on me case niggas think it's a stain on me
And I got all these chains on me
I let it hang on me
You

don't mess with me or my gang
Cause we pull up with the
Choppa' and we swang
Not rae Sremmurd, but you know how we do it?
He in my face and you know Ima

he'll be home
Sometimes I wish I could write all my songs but I don't, I be speaking 'bout thoughts on The low
Hate the days when it really just snow

came with a scope
I can see y'all tweaking
Ski mask season
Free my demons
Someone get a mop
I'mma leave y'all leaking
Ski mask season
Free my demons
Chop

thumb out her ass, and had shit on it
I know she feel it all in her arteries
I paint her face like an artist
She smokin' on D like Marlboros
I need me

went and drank all the wock
I kicked the hoe out told her go on a walk
Look at the time I be checking the clock
How you so pretty but don't know a lot

nowhere

It keep raining on my chain, dry it in the air
Why these bitches tryna talk? They ain't never care (Jamie)
See that was not hard at all, and your

worried gotta get this off my chest
If I fall down homies got me they gon' mop up all the rest

Look like Baby Keem the way that this melody real blue

Winner winner
Chicken dinner
Chicken little
Gotta spend a lot
Fuck the opps
Know they plot
Keep a mop
They copy, that's facts
No printer, printer,

They want trap music. I lack that immaculate 
talent to rap to it. I mean really, 
how the fuck do you sound that stupid? 
Never know. Might be

See how Cardi got em talkin homie
To da chase i said my matrimony
That ima get it even by my lonely
Speakers knocking erry body know me
Approach with

Find you
You can't run
You can't hide
We gone find you
It's gone be a homicide
When we find you
You can't run
You can't hide
We gone find you
It's

talent gave me vision 
When I was blinded 
By the streets
I use to want mops and locks 
Now I want all my royalties
Suislide through my section
If you're

sony
Since day one i always been plotting
To make it the top
All my demons handle that shit with a fuckin mop
Yeah,yeah
Riding down the block with a chop

the winter
Don't wait til summer we spinning
All year round it's killing season
Bring out choppas for no reason
You and lil buddy gone die together
We pull up

Story of Bo Diddley

The Animals

All Time Greatest Hits [EMI]

1983

with mop haircuts
Begin to sing stuff like, uh

It's been a hard day's night
And I've been workin' like a dog
And so on

A place called Richmond

the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house what we'd almost

A vision we just can't grasp
The world is fucked, see it through, you are strong and know what to do, so bring the army
Marching down, let your spirit own