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these beats, where the gun at?
Niggas want defeat, so I fuck around and stomp that
Tell me what you mad fa
You a Vet gettin' bodied by a Rookie, oh that's

lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super

Playerizm

Celly Cel

Killa Kali

1995

Readin' Pimp 
Playa-istic shit 
By dino boys 
Tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny 
And make 'em join 
The winning team 
Ain't nothin'

Pull her hair by the roots
I'm a rude boy

Yeah that's a buckshot

The Mic
Back on the mic again
How The Mic use the mic
Without the mic actually being

the two
It's pretty hard to lose
When you as good as two
Or three
Hmmm maybe four
Probably four or more
Tell 'em to pour some more
Till it spills and makes

'cause they hate me
Someone tell 'em that I won
Someone tell 'em I'm the one
Someone tell 'em they should thank me
Aye
Gucci down, Gucci down
Only

just to brag, yeah
I just post a pic and it's blowing up, no hashtags
That boy just copy me
I'm like "where your swag at?"
He know I'm the bomb
In

we playing bust 'em up, throw it
Ain't ever been off a flat show, the fuck is foreign?
All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growing
Ain't no ho

Asking me what I been selling but I never tell 'em
I've gotten suspended for everything
Now I make more than my teachers and it feel good
I'm rubbing this

get off me
Bitch I’m too hot so get
Hit a nigga dead in the mouth
Tell em imma need all his proceeds
Say my name tryna get some clout
Tell em pussy

Ay
I like 'em thick, show that ass on the gram get a heart on yo flick
And when she walk by me, a nigga get brick
'Cuz I'm hook on the way she be

London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams

WANT IT
PROLLY COULDA BEEN LIKE MIKE (I AINT JOKIN)
TOO BUSY TRYNA MAKE A HIGHLIGHT, (NOT SCORING)
NO MORE LIVING WITH PYRITE LIKE IT’S GOLDEN
I TELL EM

/ I See Dis Shit Clearly Now / Devil Can Hear Me Now / Yea I Walk By Faith, But This Here Rod Gone Help Me Clear it Out / Have You Ever Gave Yo Last

em lurking (Aye)
Boy you've gotta let go of that old me (Old me)
The years got em acting like they knows me (Knows me)
I've been going up, I'm in

offended
If that's your friend tell her to step in this my bredrin

Been in the dance since Soulja boy go and tell em
I'm a simple man I go with the first

stop all dat talking
Bitch just roll my tree
Just bout that draco
got dat Soulja boy rite by my seat
Fuck these niggas mane
Dz niggas don't know bout

the two
It's pretty hard to lose
When you as good as two
Or three
Hmmm maybe four
Probably four or more
Tell 'em to pour some more
Till it spills and makes

I'm low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase
Protected by my presence, therefore you're never nervous (nope)
I know ya boy worth it (yep), the kid got

I'll be gone by the midnight
Yea, gone by the midnight
I'll be gone by the midnight
Yea, gone by the midnight
I'll be gone by the moonlight, yuh
Gone

So I tell em
So I tell em
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine
Can't stop, won't stop til I get right
Right, right
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine

boutta splurge 50
Tell them  bitches if they pussy smell like fishes I ain’t swimming (no)
Bumping Soulja slimmy gotta nigga feeling wicked 
And Yea I’m

Sag My Pants

Hopsin

Raw

2012

love you
So tell em' I said fuck you
Yeah I said fuck you (Yeah yeah)

I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside (Uh oh)
You can say I have

often tell me that we flossin'
Off in G4s, just tell 'em send reinforcements
Got crazy divas in my ish
And my car strapped like it's
Baby seaters in