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faces
They damn
Get him outta here
(Why)
They know I'm underground
I'm focused on my paper now
(Uh)
Baby momma tripping
Fuck it
I ain't tripping na
Can't

Bless up, we here to apply the pressure
You rappers wearing vests but we aiming for the neck up
Back when Nas had the tek on the dresser
I was

the receipt 

Y’all bitches just posin’
I got straight heat (that fire) 

You know I really am chosen
That’s why I can’t stop (won’t stop) 

Like Nas it was

I'm blowing the horn tell em' get out the way
Why that nigga try hide when we know where he stay
I just ran up a check got it straight out the bank
All

the connections but made it nevertheless
Came a long way, shining now but we conqured dark days
Bosses straight out the courtrooms, we learnt the hard way
Remember

Cold heart shawty got that shit Melting
Ready for the fire coming straight 
Outta the hell ting well sing baby girl You got no other choice
Dont ever

From the A yea the home of the PEACH STATE/ do my thang on the road for a week straight
She gon come wit a n***a to 3 states/ that lil booty resemble

that I say yea I mean that shit
I ain't no actor na
I ain't beanie Siegel bitch
In the lab
Wid ma L I got the meanest whip
Nearly lost ma soul
When I got

a king can't dim a sun that's in orbit and outta grasp of your reach
Just keep goin while I count up this cheese
In the backyard plucking leave from money

the by product
Of the one
Who makes the late night skies light up

They talking crazy again
I feel my eyes light up
Make sure ya stories is straight
Make

I can't never stop, Straight to the money
No matter the pain,I won't fold that's funny
You don't need the law just play by the rules
I can't show

change subjects thats why I don’t read 

The Young Ones gon’ eat
(Yea)

Nalm sayin

Straight outta 912 with this mf’n shit nalm sayin

Shoutout all my

Yeah
I'm just gonna cut straight to it

Yo
I went from rapper to an asshole, I swear these
Faggots keep attackin', it's scary
Half of these people

crooked but my mom straight
I got plenty food on my plate
My money never running late
Big bags man accumulate
My ex say she have a date
Man a nuh fish

Oluwatobiloba
Ki lon shele 
Ay mi lord
Na wa o! 
Yessa
Long time no see
Freedom ain't free
That mean, I been

Werkin'
Werkin', werkin',

Just Because

Angel Tazari

Angel: A.T. Her Best

2001

of young Dons
Champagne and a grill on my front lawn
What's song?
We can dance to some more jams
Finally meet Nas and the whole fam
Roseland, love is love

Only dark gloom
Can't go to class, eat a meal or even car pool 
Life was a game call it chess 
Yea smart move 
Kicked outta school 
Mental health it

don't eat cause i ain't given plates
And if he get outta line then call me Migos ima get em straight
Let's get to that, Gotta get thru that
They thought

come with pain then you gotta bear it
You'll probably air it outta fear and wake up crying shackled
23 and 1 a rapist walk by and smack you
You get no

gettin' shot up
Straight Cali' style, drive-by and tear ya whole block up
You know you soft, bitch, puttin' up a crazy front
Stay wit' the Mac 'cause