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Yeah
Banks
COTI

Yo
Hunnid dollar bills for sit-up drills, my benji' reps
Ignorant, and I don't give two fucks with Fendi F's
Learnin' by

Perfect Match

Cella Dwellas

Realms 'N Reality

1996

Thinkin' in this rental blastin' instrumentals
How we first met was all on my mental
It was at Great Adventure, the 'Batman Ride'
Thought I was deaded

the world is ours

Mind your place your in the face of a god
Time erased by the lack of law
Misplaced by what you saw
Up and down back and forth
The turn

Filas she ain't want me wearing the good nikes shed know I'd fuck em up by stomping out somebody son.
Stabbed a Bwoy in grade school wit a 2b grew up shot

chose me son you can feel the realness
Might be 0 talent but I'm 100 hard work so don't ask me about the miss
Cuz many people still living by thugs rules

Secretly trafficking 
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him 
But imma my daddy son
He said

been listening to nursery rhymes
And phonics, I was studying ebonics
Taught by the greatest Big L
Who taught me that criminal slang
Coming straight from

Secretly trafficking 
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him 
But imma my daddy son
He said

name

While we're talkin' 'bout names, I gave your middle name to my son
Now I feel like I have failed him it can't be undone
At the time it made sense,

and only messiah of rap
Leading the crew like mafioso’s in black
Roaring like the son of Mufasa leading the pack
Shining like a diamond in the light
Until I

smiles
And like a hundred thou
By then, that will be light shit
Got my son right by my side
Living a lavish life
That I grinded hard for
I ain't going out

and I just shoot

Kill the instrumental
And make another by sun down 
Every other rapper in the lake 
Be my son now  
Better put that button down

to idolize
N' this ain't the only highlight reel
Ask me in a year I'mma tell you how that high life feel, aait
Always on toes, how I kill these instrumentals

me in the zone
Look how far we done gone
dodging all the hate that was thrown huh
Pain in my mental, I spill it on every instrumental (Yeah)
Fact that

Flip on instrumentals
While l o kicking that language arts
It's no coincidence we linking up
We be connected like we syncing up
Tip toes while we

As the day go by, I just think to myself
As the day go by, I just count up my wealth
I just take me a knee, then I pray to the sky
Gotta' get on my

I'm sorry miss jackson, son started approachin' me
If I'm in a casket, 2xW #3
I laid on top the choppa, fell asleep dreamin' 'bout home invasion
Move

swear I'm just passing by don't pay me no mind
Let me gone and get my ass back to where this money reside 
You jump in here just to be clear you're

If Your Aim is True 

Words and Music By Lloyd Tosoff SOCAN/BMI

Verse 1

Pulled into a hotel bar
On the road to Saskatoon
It was a hot July ‘neath

and only
But you claim that you don't know me
But you would pay top dollar if you could clone me
You'd even give away your son, your one and only
These

sending excuses claim he's exposing a sinner
Momma reading all the shit that he send her hoping to get her
Only son to reach back out, not defend her,

you tell
By the drum kick
So slick and he's so raw, watch out
Catch salmonella
They think he cheating like Rockefeller
She stay wet under umbrella

instrumental
Started with the base
Focus on the fundamentals
Let a man hate
Leave him with a sour taste
The fans gravitate to
A dream that I chase
They feelin'

pregnant with my 22nd son
We slow danced and made celebratory love for fun
I made an instrumental with british pop undertones
My homie Space Skunk came thru