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Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Goes the clock but what is time?
An eight second Google search tells
Me it's the indefinite continued
Progress

him a chance to show me he was good at spitting 
I knew Weezy Brown way before this rap shit
Weezy introduced me to Westy its been a wrap since
I

for a beat
Then said
"Light it"

I shook
"I don't know how"
I said

Here
I'll show you
He told me to open my mouth
So I did
He then put it in my mouth

rockin'
In a lil' pouch or something arm-reach where my Glock at (I got that)
Streets got me paranoid, what you starin' for
Pacing back and forth I'mma

my unborn kids they truly blessed
I been the s*** by telling me that I'm the s***
I guess is fake it till you make it but them n****s couldn't make it

and 
I could fuck ya life up, something told me don’t do it
You gon feel my pain when you listen to the music 
I walk in the rain with some 1s and a cuban

leading me back 
and lonely is the girl who doesn't let it show, but every road I take is leading me back 
funny to notice that about yourself like all

like tell
Me what you want
While you're smoking a blunt and
Ya turnt eenie meanie
Constantly rain, little did you you know
That my girl saw your show

You ain't ever heard of rain that could hit so loud
Walk into my trap you a dead rat now
Rage inside of me, don't wanna let that out
I can flip

something new dang I just told y'all the secret
Let that sink in you can thank me later

Wondering if I even like her in that way or if I was just horny that

brother rode off
And told me: "Nigga, go off!"
'Cause they been tweakin' on me like I'm not gon' let a load off
Must think I'm pussy or something, I don't

you had something and I couldn't grab it
Perception twisted by visions of lavish living no practice
Will get me where I need to get out this gutter
I'm

Make my bitch, she a diva Your bitch, she a eater
I'm in the mall with that gyro on me, nigga, talkin' PETA
Pick a bitch, lil' nigga, I want neither

miles left to run, but I'm already on fumes
Something made me snap, so I went and lost my cool
Judgement had a lapse, eyes covered by the wool
Of the rage

this world by yourself so when you cry who bring you tissue?
I'll keep spitting if these labels ain't eyeing me
My rap book thick as Anne Frank diary
You

raise you then admit it when you graduate
Like you my son
I sign you rappers
Let me show you some
You never heard or seen a legend
Let me show you one

Get Out the Way

Classified

Self Explanatory

2009

male porn stars no the applause isn't necessary you dying to get into my show like a cemetery.

Chorus: Turn me up a little more, fresh till we exit

they wanna be me

Progression is destined, I proceed without question
Life taught a lesson, I graduated without testing
I'll show you who I really am off

stoppin in
Hunnit hours on the week what I’m clockin in
Name the booth Chris Paul Cause it Rocket ship me
And my dogs out the atmosphere
Big T run show like

lives
I'm gonna start with mine
Trying to see the light
But sometimes it's hard to find
On my knees
Begging LORD please
Show me a sign
Give me sense

up
They notice every time we show up
Lean slowed up
Adderall help me focus

Don't get too close gotta watch how niggas approach us
These pants cost me

in the poconos
One of one as far as I'm concerned
Tryna block the urge to drop a herb
But niggas gots to learn
Word to me, you did the first degree

might be a hater but you'll change your mind 'bout my music so thanks in advance
You live in the moment, I feel the expanse
Must be at a show 'cause I'm

I'm tryna grind and rely on something that I know
Gon' provide assurance to me besides hope
My verses have terrified folks
Laugh at you verified jokes