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I made sure to change from my pajamas to real clothing and report to my keyboard in my living room by 5:00 PM every day, I had to write at least one
Everyday I wake up at 5 p.m
Lookin' like an alien or zombie kid
Then I shower & get ready for some partyin'
Party by myself, I ain't got no friends
in the PM
Boy got another one we the best
I'm gettin' bigger and bigger cheques
If I bring up diamonds, it's VVS
whip pray somebody gon slide
I got blood on my Maisons and mobs on my ties
Ugh
Girl it's 7pm i've been thinking bout you
Haven't spoke in awhile still
the dirt like he's got not mum
Man was up sup for a fortnite, had man setting up traps in my one by one
Really trynna make this P that's why you won't catch
aim
(You weak nigga, that's all)
This old-timer walked in and we got to
Talking about Eric B and Rakim
And the perm on Al Sharpton
Osama bin Laden,
the plan now what's the pattern
In search of freedom but we still here trapping
In search of freedom but we still here trapped
This life we live can't be
a female, like bap
In fact, I'll have the crowd smackin' you themselves
Where's D12? I don't feel like doin' this by myself, so come on
So what the deal,
Stop, wont pause
I spit bars Ni**a
I spit bars Ni**a
Yeah you know what it is Me and Jayfro in this b**ch, Major League captain sh**, fu**
don't leave me hanging catch me by surprise
Baby look me in the eyes
Don't catch me by surprise
Cause baby when I'm stressing and when I'm PMS'ing
Need
selling
Real estate left
Behind by husbands long ago killed by
The pace and stupidity of survival
For it all there was peace in the air
And we walked about
at the bottom
Didn't panic but I still looked cracked out
Yelled to the homies then I blacked out
Woke up in the back of a tray
On my way, to MLK
That
the leftovers we lost
Worth the cryptic chaos
Underlying underlings
Lagging in fake existence
Still the weather spinning
High
Tornado ostriches fly
Into empty
And who the face of all this better tell'em me
Endless Grace ballin but sadly they turned to Casper
Tried to put the locks in but dammit we broke
up and cut
Still clowning
Jealousy be frowning
Keep in the street pounding
Haters that be downing
Y'all
Keep houndin'
Looking for new sounds
Okay ni-ggas, and ba-bettes
I hope you ready for this one, 'cause I am Money be
Coolin in the house with the Piano Man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
And we
/ I ain’t that insecure, I put it down in the PM’s / So 4real I really don’t care when you see Em / Mess around wit me and I’m a make you my BM /
Still get the truth confused with disrespect
Start off by saying that I am the greatest then question myself what kinda great is this
We live in a state
couldn't grow
Or the river that said it couldn't flow
Get in and have a go come along have a role
But it seems we sow only seeds of doubt
Just in our head
in my face no lies
I see those snakes in disguise yeah
I send my faith to the sky yeah one thing
Before we go before we go
I need to know is you still
in the bright blue sky
Do you notice that more Australian outback animals are wandering by
As we leave the homestead, you can say that you have been
dance
I call it the Nae-Nae dance
Proud to be Nae-Nae's dad
Gun on the waistline
Leave you in the wasteland
We are not the same
I am a Martian, this
She told me about a strange Chinese restaurant
In North Canton, Ohio
A five-year-old girl was discovered in a freezer
Murdered by her mother
Her mom
a call to arms, from the mall to farms
Small or large, we're all part of the rhythm
We're all in charge of this garden we're given
We work, we breathe we
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