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no time for you hate
Got no time for no dates
I'll punch above my weight 
Till I pop up through the gate

I been struggling to find some good

I Refuse Limitation

Goodie Mob

Still Standing

1998

limitations
Concrete, concrete like Greg Street

Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose

talk that Texas slang
Mayne
They tryna push me down like Benny Hinn
But I just get back up again
I won't fall back into my sin
Yeah, yeah, get behind me

corsage
Daddy let me borrow the Dodge - Said "Don't bring her home on empty."
I swung by and picked up Cindy Lou - Took her to the prom for a dance or two

with a blue baton
Standing at attention, never listened to my mama
Say
these hoes with no diplomas couldn't stop me

What I wanna say, uh, how you tell

been burned by love before
Like a wild horse, I'm free to explore
The entrepreneur in me isn't going to quit no more

Underneath that old oak tree where

Easy to write these raps
When it ain't no capping in it
She got them ass shots I feel
The plastic While i'm in it
Any bitch get kicked to the curb
For

I here about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up yo
Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
I want the whole world to hear this

in
And some woman in my phone, but I always let it fall through
Guess I'm not catchin' no clues
Still sittin' by the door waiting for her to walk

about is feedin' my family
Man of the house, man with the trouse
I ain't trynna beg for no cred tho
I'm just trynna get them fed tho
Spoon to the mouth,

cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, when I open up my dows
No need to say mo, real G's get chose
When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see

Hood Politics

Kendrick Lamar

To Pimp a Butterfly

2015

K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
No socks

wanted to be when I grew up

You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us

I was a big old white boy from

Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For

is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For

I would die for you (for you) there's nothing I won't do, oh no
Even if my heart turns blue, I'd die for you

VERSE 2:
When you hold me, the sparks

for
Bush yelling out "Fore!"
While wheeling around on a golf course
Shit and I'm from Texas, nigga
The only same state executing more convicts
Than

a bit 
Lil doggie poppin blue penis pills
I'm just like listen dude, you need to freakin chill
Waste not, want not, and make no haste 
To hose spray that

and my homies gettin' smoky by the ocean
Coulda caught me earlier in life, but I'm past that
I can't fuck with no one if I see an op I blast that
Made

Just might die for the blue ones
Counting all night
Might cry if i lose em
Might jive with a few sluts
They so hot i drive with the roof up
Two pumps in

this isn't easy, no free throw
I'm not boosting up my self-esteem though
In a mink coat
I been driving on I-85
No, I don't have a home, 'cause the road

interviews by the fuckin' pool
No security, I'm solo with my fuckin' tool
Niggas tweetin' 'bout a murder, bust a fuckin' move
If we comin' through, we leave

inno prenazo Bentley or Benz
I be feeding you chicken dinner it's time for you to win
I got room for one more horse in my stable you should come in

Microsoft I'm goin' harder
My niggas stuntin' no bmx we all rollin' it's Goodyear
Y'all niggas foul shoot by myself get T'd up I'm still here (I'm still here)