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on my own
And got my first taste of life
Thinking I was only nineteen with the tools to get it right
But I definitely got it wrong
And it hurt me down

My pride won't change me
I can't drop shit for no one else
My momma raised me
Told me keep your business to yourself
Ain't nothing change
We still

ain't wastin' my profit
Can't see me win 
But how you got' stop it
Chips in the bag 
Now how you got' drop it
You gettin mad
That I'm making profit
I do

Dope money addicting can't go back selling eighths
So when my junkies ain't fiending I go drop in a Chase
Easy Pape, if you want get paid then just

roster, Role toxins with homies from the base,
I'ma drop another ball and that shit fallin' out my pockets.
All red in the face like I was burnt in the sun,

she had to deal with so much
Saw my brother get
Caught up by the life
And the P.O., that's correct
2nd offense, 13
Two hundred hours, they gave to me

I can't stop
I'm popping these bitches feel like imma drop
That nigga talk funny I went got the mop
Got yo hoe in my phone that bitch name is free top

Leave Wit Me

R. Kelly

Powerballin'

2004

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Baby don't you want to leave this V.I.P 
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room

from my head
Take the demons from my head
Take the demons from my head

Line them up
One by one shoot them up just for fun
At the taxpayer's expense

Callin' Me

Lil' Zane

Young World: The Future [Clean]

2000

The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em 
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make

Callin' Me

Lil' Zane

Young World: The Future

2000

The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em 
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make

Killing Fields

Mo Thugs Family

Mo Thugs Family Scriptures

1997

in a puddle of blood.
Hell's up under that mud.
They I know I'm gonna pull it.
My sawed-off draws them bullets.
I'm being pressured by these niggas

I ain’t even touch six figures
Gotta get my bankroll bigger
Your bitch look like a hotel hooker
I might fuck around and book her
Niggas really out

shawty want a face to face, we can talk but it's no date
I got real ones by my side just to make sure there's no mistakes
Shouts out Spacey, Brandon J
They

Remember days I was tryna
Climb out my misery
Met many men lost in abyss
Tried to kick me down
But present moment
I don't let it get to me
Rocking by

Mastered the art of personalities
Personally I have thirty six realities
But I keep going as the day is long
My mind keeps going to what is drawn
I'm

without you
Something doesn't feel right
I need you now I need you right here
Next to me by my side
It's been so long I've been without you
Still can't stop

twenty nineteen
I turned twenty three like Michael J in his prime days
Like Michael J how I find ways
Dribbling my flow through the soundwaves
Giving it

you fkn knew that...
Ryan drop two of dat
I might come thru on my Jack ah Harlow
Pull you pussyz apart
Baby its a fart show 
Letsgo
Bad santa
Rollin

whether to pay
Nineteen ninety-nine
To post some of my music
On Spotify
And then, if I do, which music to post?
Should I veer clear of material
That might

on my dick, just look at this shit

She naked, Like a hotel ima check in
You flexin, flexin old money you stressin
But check it, water Patek be drippin

Go (brr)
Can't come (gang, gang, gang)
Just gotta keep Bent' 
(Jay Bunkin)
Uh (grr, grr)
(Yo, you heard? Turn my voice up a lil' bit)
Uh, uh

got notches
Johnson can only be touched by a goddess
She wearing nothing but stockings
I need to zone out
Shawty stop talking
I feel my opps are

talking bout' bitch I drop bodies
What am I on about bitch I got hobbies
Making different love in a hotel lobby
Break a nigga down like a motel copy