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worked my craft like a slave but I just found out that rock & roll is passé.  So I hawked my guitar and I picked up a Mac, put 8 bars on a loop and called

gon' come at this place
Yeah, 20,000, I stuffed in a Cullinan
Rolls Royce and the Bently we runnin
Drive itself cause I'm too busy runnin' shit
Took her

eye roll 

Said fuck da world dat I know, 
c cap to see da stars 

I like to ask em who dey are, 
Where dey from den land on mars, 

c beautiful petunia

the passes of Patrick Mahomes
Deep Like Chris Rock and Jelly Roll, Deep like the Godfather of Soul
Deep Like cugust Wilson's afro dramas
Deep Like the rich

your life to rock n roll
Heaven gates will open like a holy glory hole
You'll only get to enter if you've paid the devils toll
Play the slam dance music

As my eyes opened to your truth, the shame came pouring down like rocks on a tin roof or tooth
You alone brought us out of bondage and set us in

streets, we gon' make you proud
Niggas stay out in these streets and go take care of your child
Kick down door, don't make no sound
Put it so wet, by

out

Vengeance the Lords and success is best 
so im gettin blessed cnd revenge in a set 
Came to arsareth on slave ship
Ill be leavin on a private jet

Aaaawwwaaaah
Need roids and blush
Yea big bitch niggas need roids and blush
They need roids and blush
Said big bitch niggas
Back in the days we was slaves

to die, me and mind are eye to eye
Side to side, rock n' roll a little bit
Then it's all hi-to-bye
Yeah, oh man
If I decide

Dont give a fuck 'bout who's

hark 'fore I rot
Doors to the past I'ma lock, from the future gotta block yea the boat gotta rock
Before you arrive, gotta jump before you dive
Gotta

I done sold my soul for some money
I done dreamt of rolls full of hundreds and I know it's kind of funny
I was always told it was nothing
Mama must've

shackles man, but all we want is the Promised Land
I just swipe cards, no bands
No money phones or money fans.
Don't really like the image of, slave owners

Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit
My brick talk

of Rock 'n' Roll smut
For teenage taste do not be ashamed
Sentimental with a dose of rage
It got me through hell and it twice got me laid
Set the dial for

sleep
That shit had me weak
I am the artist
Treasure hunting like I'm Charlie the Tarkin

Since days I got caught it
Raised by the hardest
Understand that

I ain't swimmin' with the wave (wave), I am the wave (yeah)
Free spirits, see digits, never been a slave (nein)
Welcome to the Middle Ages (yeah),

Just bought a tray and I can, I can shoot it hella far
bro keep handing me the rock and I'ma run it like Lamar
I'ma ice that bitch out, if she can

on the street like a sex slave
Get fucked, do a dab for the rep, that his ex say
I been raised up here for some decades
Back then we ain't no people online
Got

Roll call, where my soldiers at?
We in the thick of the battle right now it's time for us to gird up like the Word say's prepare for war!
Spiritual

Hungry Days

Impellitteri

Answer To The Master

1994

the game
Sold my soul to rock and roll,
There's no one else to blame

I still feel the power
I still feel it knocking at my door

Hungry days
I

No Sleep Gang

Crooked I

Apex Predator

2013

nigga
Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
Smoke in the club, roll that up
Drank in the club, pour that up
Haters

makin' music mattered more than packaged rock-and-roll,
back before that far-away look in those baby blue eyes.
(Bridge:)
But the women can't resist him

On Tha Block

M-Child

Gon' Madd

[M-Child] [Chorus x2]

Pushing rocks on the block, I'm never broke, man.
Try to saw me, you get served.. With no regard.
Boy, don't test me 'cause