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but in my heart you've got me handcuffs
I deleted all our photos but there's still an album in my head
My brother still asks about you
And when you're

Dollar and a Dream

The Game

The Documentary 2

2015

talking 'bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is
How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any bitch

The Bluegrass Widow

Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

The Live Album

1988

ever heard in your life. 
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been

paper routes boy I put that on my momma
Nigga go an start shit then we go an end them dramas
All about them bands boy I put that on a come up
Got my

of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,

Extreme

Ed O.G

The Truth Hurts

2000

make a deal off of blood money
Make an album off the drug money
Take the label money and launder it under the table money
And open businesses
It

for ten bands
Might fly out to Cali, just me and my brothers, to smoke on the best strands
She callin' my phone, she ask for my homie, she bringin' her

a Wraith
Six hundred bands for all of my friends
I rock with my brother forever, no ends
We been a wave, we went to space
Got them moon rockin', I'm makin'

Finna pull up with the pack and blow O's
I'm moving packs to put bands on my toes
Don't fuck with the club I don't fuck with a hoe
I'm fucking with

when our hands up
It's even on camera
What more do you need, don't want us to think but loving our dance huh
Giving rubber band love
Who understands me

BREATHIN'

P-Money

Breathin'

2019

drip
Telling these brothers don't play with the gang
A couple of Christian brothers turned anti
A couple of Muslim brothers go ham
I'm punching these

That's How Legends Are Made

John Gorka

Land of the Bottom Line

1990

To Route 22
From Here

The band was a bass man
And a brother on lead
There was no more
'Cause there was no need
So fine to see
What they could give

like a martyr
She just want bands baby I can’t be a father
Percs in my hand given to me by the doctor
I’m taking two now, floating in pools now
Little

mind
All that hating and they still ain't paid, yet
By the way, I got a 100 bands stuffed in these beige sweats
Got bags full of money, still ain't

Guess some prayers are answered quick
With God, nothing can interfere
2018, we about to kill it, this is our year
But by 2020, Imma have an album, done

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands

on and cancel culture
Vulture
I've always been a music lover
You can go and ask my dad, you can ask my brother
I would have told the world that you had two

albums cost a fifth per track
And so your favorite band
They don't make that second album
Dropped by their label 'cause they can't pay it back

It

nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why

Yeah, yeah, this a bop, this for everyone who made it to the end of the album
Shout out, thanks for going for the journey with me
Y'all already know

Made a band even though I did last week
Tennis chain from the checks from the past week
Can't go back now this money gon' last me
Read your comments

the lettuces (Yeah)
She love my tunes now I'm all in her crevices (Fft, fft)
Yeah, too many bands
Come on ladies, that's too many hands
No time for randoms, I

the way to live and behave and coexist[01:45.07]But most forget the "co" part[01:46.92]I sit back and listen to first albums like So Hard by Lil

pretend
That big bank is always our friend in the end
They shout take out a loan then take out another
My whole generations getting fucked by big brother
So