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Some wait their whole lives just to heal this
Feeling inside that we’re criminal
Years of teaching, subliminal
But you know we die for the fam
Ride by

Superstar [Chopped & Screwed Version]

Houston Hard Hitters

Screwed Swisha House Mix

2000

Mike D
Playa haters, wanna know who I be
The capital letters, F-A to the T
Coming down slow, in my candy red drop
Everybody looking at me, but I don't

bless her
I'm like, "Sike nah F her" she ain't ride for me ever (ever, ever?)
My grandmother survived it three eras
Now my Prospect Terrace to the top,

It’s a beautiful day
In Auburn, Western Sydney 
I’m cruising through the gritty
21 that’s my city, 
It's really getting hot so the first stop
Is

the bigger picture
Always gets the little views
Imagine if a senior really tried to
Kill the kid in you
Tried to put the lid on you
Tried to stop the water

sit's
You should leave now
Dap dap, love-love, then you can peace-out
You should know me by now, bitch, I'm fire
Put me on stilts, your boy's higher
You

Bout to make a call watch what
I say cause it records big bro told me F the
Roads but I was stubborn
On a V thinking am I
Getting ghosted or they coming

Like the carpenters when we only just begun 


Yo and we never stop
Up and down the country 
Chill for a minute then we setting off
Don't f*ck with it if

wanna come to the crib, to the telly
That public green
Know I'm sippin' on pelly
Got a white link and I think her name Kelly
Huh, let me stop, okay
My

my sins
I'm bout my rhyme like I'm Rihanna 'bout to make it out
F-fake it out
Hop in my train like a Bentley
Stop to my brain don't resent me
I'm David

kick it so dirty (oohh)
To damn nice ya'll set your price I bet your
Dudes sellin' out by the end of the night
Cause when you fallin a sleep I
Stay up

Serious

And they be like Grim, where you been?
Whats going on wheres the new song?
Stop that, when I come back I'mma done that
If you doubt me,

that makes you feel personally
Like Spose does when he puts a verse to beats
When you get to upgrade from commercial weed
And you stop by your work for

Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it

cadets
Can't see again, ha ha, I'm ahead
They never believed in my skills
Now I'm aiming at MCs like "F you"
That's my reason to kill
I'm a bidder by

impressions by pressing my luck
I ain’t boutta lie s**t
I been smoking a hybrid
I been focused but takin my time kid
We ain’t running a race
Better pace

a reason
Woodgrain gripping, cant stop crying you the reason why sipping
When I got the call I'm like nah y'all trip
I can believe he gone every day go by I

many years your junior
"Many many years your junior" boy, say it with your chest
Banana tailpipe BS gets you an F on this test
Banana in the tailpipe? Yo

on me when I'm in the city though.

We made it out the hood where the Gatsby, F. Scott's Fitzgerald, was taught not to settle
Until we top up levels.

the betterment of people
I looked up to the projects
Yeah, that's some ironic shit
Girl, I was raised in the Bay by my mom
And shit, I did alright in school

released take the game you face defeat
nobody can f**k with me in my galaxy i am the king
i trynna be honest by the way
haters be shocked i celebrate
never

Y'all just some amateurs
Bitch I'm the ceo bitch I'm the manager
Stop that
I'm in the salon, the way that I nail it look like a manicure
And she a goddess

talk and we talk
And I just want you to stop for a minute
Close your mouth and just breathe
But then we talk and we talk and we talk and we talk
And I

back to f-
We going all night long
While we rip my bong
And we might be wrong
Sinning like we'll need to sing a Psalm
You screaming like a sing along
You