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to lose

Cuz I'm sat down here and I'm feeling fine
Cuz I don't need gold or the taste of wine
I guess I realized that I'd rather do
Just about anything

Sir(Sar) pe gamcha hai (gam chaye)
Lagta hai bhai poora stylish
Roll karte ham kaash
Thi wo aajmaish

Beat baje sumdi paar mein
Billie Eilish
Dekha

of one request, sir
That we skip this poor bravado
And check my kin's coat and motto
You'll end up with Fortunado
When I wreak havoc on jesters
Mask on,

Boy you got it out of the dirt
You go second and I go first
Racing, tryna get gold, no myrrh
Schooldays I didn't like, no sir
Rich girl cold in her YSL

jumped into her car

Well as the dance was over, straight to the bed did go
Was little did I ever think she'd pull my over-throw
Robbed my gold watch,

from con to Sway
I got my row stitched up by a Colombian name
I got a crack spot, a G5 I never flown
I got a shark, a dog with a solid gold bone
I even

Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get

Breathe in   
Breathe out   
And let your hair down

No Sir
It ain't the same ole office, nope
Not the same ole people, nope
But you're looking at it

slaves

-Kano:
Uh, run away run away underground deep
Release me from these shackles around feet.
Old masters they don't own me
Treat artists like sheep by

Infiltrate

Trillville

The Longest Yard

2005

Bill-me Clinton (yeah)

Trillville (right) I see you sir

'Bout to crank this motherfucker up right (yeah)

Tellin y'all 'bout these muh'fuckin

on the scene g, raised by the olschool
Steady rocking pro-tools grimiest notebooks
But got mad flavor like Chef with the gold tooth
A down south roller shout out

Hello sir
Please put your seat belt on
It's a long way from L.A
Downtown South is planked in lungs
Of artificial air and suitcase plays
Train tickets

Show me the way make i take off
Make blessings follow
Everyday by day no day off
Anything i touch turn to gold
I gat the flow and you know oohh
Steady

might brighten up my day
Or signal help from far away 
Whichever one, it's safe to say 
Whatever price it is I'll pay 

Cause if my heart was solid gold

ain't folded
Got a story full of crimes, ain't told it
Fool's gold, nigga know that ain't gold bit
I could tell by the second I hold it
I had fell for

Well, the gold cufflinks made the bartender think
That this one had lost his way
Cause this silk-suited winner looked a little like a sinner
The day

from below deck
And he's grasping a lad by the arm
A poor little ragged young urchin
That ought to have been with his ma
And the mate asks the boy pretty

MY SITUATION
PRODUCED BY  PIS.I


Verse 1

Stuck between a rock and hard place...should I make a radio pop joint or stick to the hard bass...should I

of gold rings and cash when I sing
Out loud to the crowd and step correct
And yet you can't forget I'm like Russian roulette bet
Sir Jam bright like

PRECISION FEEL MY PAIN ENVISION
RAP NEED A TRANSITION

FUCK YA DRUG RENDITION PLAYED OUT REPETITION BRAIN WASHED TELEVISION PROGRAMMED CONDITIONED GOLD BARS

Gold on my teeth got a lisp when I talk
Weight on my hip so I limp when I walk
Swing on me once you'll be sleeping in chalk
Chopping it up with your

sail so nigh?"
'I'm a rich merchantman bound for fair London towne
London towne, London towne
And I pray you, good sir, please let us pass by'

'O no! O

Lyrics      Roman Legions    By DeScianni

I got the Roman nerve and blood
Wine woman song and that's enough
From lower England to the Turkey shore

(Four)
(Yes sir)
(Yuh)
(Woah)
(I stay with some niggas)
(Uh)
(I ride with some niggas)
(Yea)
(The rain or the snow)
(Taking your gold)
(Dam)
I ride