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How you love this playboy? This
One here bezzled out
With the Hot Boys and the
Tear da Club up Thugs
(Nigga like thiiiiiis) Ridin on twenties
Memphis

like a lotto ticket
A lot of niggas can't handle the way I handle business
They getting touched like pianos by my standards of living
Season after season

an eye jammy
She weak in the knees you can't stand me
I'm outstanding still fly we ain't landing
On stage in something outlandish
Gourmet the gold standard

You focused on the wrong things
Girl simmer down and let your soul sing
The only angel that I've seen with some gold wings
But you change up every

these complex lines I compressed rhymes
I'm out of my cabbage when I assault these lines
A dime a dozen type of nigga that's so sublime
You gotta double

won't fathom a scene random
Ran from the scene even in the cold I'm handsome
Melanin random my corruption is still standing
Standard in my stances B-boy

on the yacht, boy, you know we never lackin
Every time I'm in the yacht, bitch, you know I'm always snappin
Eat, teach, sell out, beat, and tell a brain don't

a title
Life of Merlin
What I'm living, making magic in the forest
Worshipping my idols
You boys just trying to get by, though
Make an impact, cause a storm

Sapokanikan

Joanna Newsom

Divers [LP]

2015

fall

So we all raise a standard
To which the wise and honest soul may repair
To which a hunter
A hundred years from now, may look and despair

Look at the Grillz

Eightball & MJG

Living Legends: Chopped and Screwed

2004

fuck you bitch
I don't really want to have to bust you bitch
Roman gold shine so hard
Niggas out here know they can't touch that shit
I don't trip,

Perry
Heard that boy where fake white gold
I can tell by the way that he wear it
Seen niggas with the same damn pole
I can tell by the way that they

told me the feds wanna stop by 
You got bitch-slapped but you intact
I concinved 'em that they got the wrong guy
Time to tap tap
On a wack ass rat

4 bangers a week
Then go flame on the beat maybe sang on the beat 
That's a triple threat ain't it my g
Any competition by my sight I
Drag 'em out

as I'm speaking off tomes, written out by the best MC
This god's work homie, you know me

Satin robe filled with purple string, gold lace and some new

Tracked my progress
No doubt about it it’s better to have standards
Reprimanding the bland and never should it be pandered
How could I be mad and giving out

like Modie Top Boy tings but I won't fall off nah

Gold on my body they like how I move
Balenciaga my shoes
Finger fuck her just to get in the mood
Don't

Anti is standard procedure
I am The Beast, The Behemoth 
The Creature, The Genius
Cold-hearted straight from the freezer
When we roll out we don't drink

nations
Take me to my dead Christ!
And shall fall by the edge of the sword
And shall fall by the edge of the sword
Take me to my dead Christ!
Then all men

Shorties rock chrome heart I roll gold spokes
Scope out ya block ya boy was DOLO
Last week I spent 200 bucks on soap
No static on none of my clothes
We in

you pussy boys fall back
Big face Rollie, rose gold cost 40
Platinum twenty-one, it's time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I'm screaming

Everything Is Shady

Eminem

Eminem Presents: The Re-Up

2006

To mark seven
Throw six
Got with the team
Now I'm on the scene
Reachin' out
Bein' a celebrity bring me more bitches
In a position to watch by more

the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising' death couldn't hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising.... yo C. Laney 
Catch ya lying, yo C. Laney,

plentiful
Tested by the wise yes bitch I'm fool proof
Projecting my demise
Bullet proof vest
In the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising'
Death

out the holster
Trust me ain’t nothing fashionable when I’m talkin’ ‘bout chokers
Funerals rolling by
The city never will notice
They be payin’ they