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cleaner
I'm desperate for the fame and you
Can tell by my demeanor
I want it bad, I need her
I'm thinking I'm in love
Yo if fame was a drug I
Would die if I

that grabber that good type
See a slim ABG that's my bros type
Leave your body all labelled like off white (yah ahh)

PETER JONES
Know we is running

Floatin' through the clouds  
She said she was diggin' on my sound 
FN came with 100 rounds 
Good gas, we gon' smoke it by the pound  
Got this water

graves 'cause that's just what I do
Got some Jack, feeling brave, yes, that's a hundred proof
You're dropping bombs, I'm dropping nukes, and I'm probably

bitch you better move
We can get active ill keep it 100 if I Ain't got nothin to do
Loyalty mandatory if you wanna be part of my group
Was in depression

do me stay a hundred about it and low-key.
It takes heart take guts if you fall stand up it take going all in!

(VERSE 1)
If I said imma do it, then

booster that will set things clear
Its a hundred percent proof from champions of truth
And if you feel you need spirit I'll bring back your youth
Relax

inside me tries to deride me despite all of my prepping and proof
Kept in a coop, watching a coup from my leisurely cell with the volume on mute
Prep for

together
I would never never never
By my self give me pleasure
On cod givin pressure
My squad always freasher
We Take you to the nethers
Skin you like some

the devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin'

the funds is drawn
This an open diary you're all my confidants
And catch these seeds that I'm planting until I'm dead and gone
I'll show you sacred roots, I

quick I drop a 40
Love all of my fans, I'm chasin' that bag, I ain't goin' back to where I started (I'm never)
I'm movin' too fast, slow down 'fore I

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S.L.A.B.

The Anthem

2005

dropped, on thirty some'ing dots
Out the roof one hundred proof, on a mission for bops
Yeah they try to get my attention, but the rims don't stop

weed up man, ayy

Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it's reekin' out my pores (strong)
Lil' bitty waist

Just Rockin'

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

Rock the House

1987

streaming
Commanding the stage
And perpetually frayed
Giving my all to the pulse of
One hundred percent everytime I rhyme
When I step off the stage

Even though I lost you
I won't let it break me
You can call me crazy
But I do it all for you, Daisy
They took you from me my sweet little bunny
Now I

heaven is where my level is
Wings up in the sky, man this guy is flyer than Pegasus
I'm all about my cheddar it's M.O.B never sweat a bitch
Money over

my name now
Created balance for myself so I can get some things
Made ten albums by the time that I was 17
Y'all paved the way inspired me to become

by touch
Pick a way and run

I don't hear my name, so I shout it out
All proof of this ends in the ground

Summing things up
Aware of the door
I know

from all my wrongs, Get it right
It's hard to sleep through the night
Speaking truth through the mic
Be the proof they were right
That's why they're

aside whenever you see me coming through
I’ve really done it all and now I think I’m done with you
Producing my own tracks the next one might have a 100

they loyalty cause they breaking the code
Couple homies switched up I can't lie dat shit hurt
And all my niggas ground proof yeah we come from the dirt
I

desire (desire)
Your second chance is just dust, dust in my eyes
Now I know all our conversations had crossed wires
Just another man taken, taken by

finessin' (straight up, straight up)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up finessin'
Been on that weed, with my team
Rolling with my team, yeah they