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holiday
I'm just doing me I flash a few dollars hey
My fashion modern day
My passion probably
Thug life, Henny, with a splash of alize
I be with Rich Girls

ride (baow, baow, baow)
J4the0oter quick to let it fly
Catch me a 6, I'm lettin' more than five (five, six)
Like enough is enough (grrah)
Come

as hell so I had to drop the streets
till I got saved by them bells like I walk a harder street
come and get your bitch cause your dog is off the leash

baby grown
But she hate when I stay out late
You take yo girl to get a 4 for 4
I take her to eat steak
Nigga happy he just bought some shoes
I'm tryna

goes off
Bitch I goes in, and I goes off
Bitch I goes in, and I goes off, off

See the bitches like to call me by my
First four. And other bitches like

standing by steady working on another tape
But people got some shit they setting straight? Out of the blew I truly can't relate
Ever since A1 I been A1, day

were the one two three four five six seven eight 
Too many choices
I can tell where she's been by where the splinters at
I leave them because they get me

visit at this late hour? 

Knox: This, President Roosevelt… have you seen this?

Roosevelt: What, the newspapers? Why yes, of course!

Knox: Then, perhaps

consumed by my music that I feel lifeless
Introspective on a record they won't listen to it
Everything I give is making me dream until I'm lucid
Mind gone so

I'm sorry if you pussies feel a way
I'm a wannabe rapper with shit to say
And this is what I wrote to spit today
Ay, I'll cause a SPED to be late

by them same demons around you everyday
Pleading demands of attention, it's just a little bit too late
That other thing you was on, done already sealed

late
And my favorite spots, they all been closed 100 days
Cuz see, the News saying that it's death up in the air
Niggas deaf up in the ear, now we ain't

man, this is a recording,

Used to have to hustle or my n****s wouldn’t eat,
It was days in the studio and nights in the street,
It was late night

my head a break a clean slate 
Let me escape like a sweepstake for Pete sake time a keepsake 
Each days a rat race paced like a jaguar chace so I’m up

pray at the altar 
Less you gettin stung by my
Zanpakuto
I suggest that you start running 
Cause otherwise I be gunning 
You better respect 
Cause in two

keep my sorrow at bay
1-2-3-4
When punk came along things were getting quite scary
I was there on the day at Notting Hill
There were bricks, there was

the AP
Sunshine state, but I went stretches wit no AC
Late nights, late fees
Hard times, made me
You got a car for graduation dawg, we was stressin
Nowhere

willed to her by her late mum). So, he didn’t treat her well, he had instilled the poverty mentality in her, so things were really difficult. Shaine’s

too late for anyone to save me (anyone to save me)
Fuck this mask, I'ma do this nigga, I don't care, I'm right here (right here)

Chasin' all

The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron

alot of my thoughts run in between the shades of gray
If batmans my true identity then I hate playing bruce wayne by day
Fuck a gat just give me a lighter

Go

I'm gonna burn you down
You'll feel the greatest pain
Hell will soon be your new home
Fire will surround you
You can't escape
You're too late

Got nothing to die for
Got nothing to light for
Rhyme four twice more
Eight miles of life force
Till I create files and crime for
Police trials and nice

My baby mother says I'm immature
She four years younger
What the fuck she think I'm with her for?
She told me get the hell out, I'm packing
I need