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my place in time
Amazing gracing mics
While I pave a way for mine
Yeah
Who fuckin' wit me
Prolly nobody really
And in order to stop me
Gotta prolly try

were in my arms
I used to say, I used to tell people you would make me feel a certain way, a certain way

I can't believe I used to say, used to say
You

of drug abuse

Hook:
I can’t escape the high the way it makes me feel
it covers pain I hide away behind the thrill


Verse2: 
8 years old, waking up happy

for Satan take it
Fuck me, who am I to give orders
Master please let me sell crack on your corners
That'll mean more blacks to sell to the coroner
You

on the south side
We workin our way to that good life
From won't start to push start
So fuck all them bitches who won't ride
All of our actions are solid
If you

a bunch of thugs Known to run with me
Get money got more buzz then a Bumble bee
The top told me back up, cause you Getting to close
The way I rolled

destiny go out after everything
Just make sure you work and go get it by any means

Ay look at me then look at you
Belmin on the beats, he always know what

around cakes
Saran wrap around the big blocks
And thats real rap I am hip-hop
You hear me rhyme
You can feel my pain and anguish
I don't do much talking
I

Now this is war
This is the battlefield
Black and blues make it real
Don't you see this is the way to win

If we can prove that they're wrong
Prove

me
Can you tell me
Mother maker
Why did you make me this way?

Red rain is falling
Do you see what you have done
Demon is waiting
Your nightmare has

you're buried in the ground
You can feel it get scary even now
Uh uh
Aye HVZE
I fuck with you mayne
I love the way you hit the yay and tell us all what you

presence gon' be absent, you feel me?

I got the juice (I got the juice)
As I grow and get more smarter
I got the juice (I got the juice, yes I do, do)

man catch me in the cut I
Throw a motherfucking grand
Do 'em like and throw it for the cam
I'm just tryna make you niggas understand
I got goons that'll

Perfect Match

Cella Dwellas

Realms 'N Reality

1996

you)
Here's my number (true) call me at the crib at 2

[Chorus]

Hey yo, tell me what went wrong to make me write this song
Used to have it going

gone
Gotta make it back, gotta get it on my own
Think you at the top, but getting playing like a pawn
It's my move for throne, so nigga know you after me

Nobody

Rick Ross

Maybach Hustle

2014

Never really athletic, but I play for keeps
Do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches
We kill 'em and taking their bitches,

Diice
Let's roll
The ways ah spin this shii its over
Man pull up correct in a range
Step by step ina black bentega
Extend that chronical age
Fvck

beat the clock ticker
I absorb liquor quick as Billy Joel's liver
Got a glimmer in my brown eyed soul, Hall & Oates
Your politics determined by the way

Why not try to make it work my way
It may seem to be blue-eyed 
Maybe like a child but it's healing brew

Don't say I told you so 
Don't kick me while

Turnpike Ike

The O'Jays

Port of Miami 2

2019

of my bad bitches tell y'all how much paper I got
Baby, what we living like? Twenty houses
What else? Fifty cars
Yeah, what that make you feel like?

up 
And bright future ruined by the fucking criminal justice system
Feel me G

Imagine, instead of rehabilitation
The criminal justice system gives

love you and make you wanna stay
There's gotta be a way, 'cause going on without you is killing me everyday
And if I wrote you a love song and sang it

a way to win
At 14, you had a black boy next year came Koobs can't imagine what you've been Through
Had to give'em up
C'Mon
Gramma stressed out
Papi not

Oh Bo [Studio]

Bo Burnham

Words Words Words

2010

straight,
I'd make them fellas say
Oooh Bo
Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo
A-a-Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo

You think that you can handle me?
Girl, don't make me