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the kid 
Every day I do it big 
Designer on me in the crib 
Money in the fridge 
We be eaten by sreak and ribs 
OG gas nothing mid 
Get it how you live

You gon' get burnt up by these bitches
You gon' get burnt up burnin' bridges
Honestly, I'm focused on my riches
Shots go through his body, leave him

Memories and Battle Scars

New Found Glory

Radiosurgery

2011

Lately I've been pulled down so hard
I can barely afford to miss out on you
I would be rich by now if I'd saved my breath
Careful it doesn't pay

phone
And they started by asking me stupid shit (stupid shit)
The hoe I ain't want keep on texting on my phone
And the next thing she get is a who is this

the beast of Easter leavened
VIP, all day, AK47
If words is weapons, then get to stepping
My arsenal's enough to send Hell's angels to Heaven
I'm cool

Mathematics


My style’s hot Sun put you in a cemetery plot dun
It’s elementary my dear Watson
No shit Sherlock this is pure Hip Hop
I complete 360 like a hand

Spin around, do a 360, baby, I ain't gon' front
I been livin' life quarter mile at a time
I don't abide by the law
Fuckin' so good, bitch, couldn't even

moving like that
Circled around my ribs
Snaking so fluent like that
Is you human at that
Steady choosing for stacks
Never talked no snake talk
Then who

316 Ways

Murs

Love + Rockets, Vol. 1: The Transformation

2011

And I'm amazed by the ignorance
Money made y'all a bunch of million dollar idiots
You still spending money on jewels
I took my money out to Africa

dope
Went to LA got me some coke
FaZed him with a 360 no scope
Nah I’m just kiddin’, I’m holy, got blessed by the pope
Homie Javi ‘bout to change

it
Four forty four
Pull the Bible out the drawer
The devils at my door
And I think he wants war
My angel keep a sword
That was forged by the Lord
My

I Wonder Why

Rick Ross

Supreme Team

2014

ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money 
Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed 
My brother caught a L and I still write

Sh. Fe. MC's

A Tribe Called Quest

Tommy Boy Essentials: Hip-Hop Vol.1

2001

Tossing periods in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 when the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by

lit
Can't be obtained by their heavenly sounds
When my ancestors and my angels around
They left me to go and do their own thing
Took that as a sign

i just wanna pace , allocate my acceleration 
stray to success in the respiration 
breathe through the deprivation, debrief the detonation 
hand

K-I-SS-I-N-G

Nas

I Am...The Autobiography

1999

can do about it
Like she the boss and shit started talking this divorcin' shit
I gave her my half rib half my crib half my cake 
Half my car half my

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Nas

I Am...The Autobiography

1999

she decided to flip it was nothing I can do about it
Like she the boss and shit started talking this divorcin' shit
I gave her my half rib half my

time on ghetto streets
If you got beef you're ghosted by DNA
But my fam be like
Warriors come out and play
Family expects nothing back
And when you fall

I gave you my all
I gave you my all

I gave it all
All to you
Bitch I see right through
People use you, you got ran through
By the whole city
Yeah

Mr. Flamboyant

The Click

Down and Dirty

1994

Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah
And a jealous

words in a bind
Offer you everything money can buy 
Slaving the artist one tour at a time 
Spin you 360's you never will shine 

I have been all by myself

seats cream
360 my tint so I'm in the back making her scream
Right hand onna wap cause I cannot lack do you know what I mean
Left hand stroke can you hear

Grab my love love she the preetiest!
She my rib rib rib she my shorty!
Cringe right here here you the poorest!
Blink blink blink blink imma rarest!

bite marks on my ribs (Go)
She wanna bounce hard on this dick (Go)
Urus to take off in this bitch, go!

My hair dyed red, they recognize it as my calling