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something
About trying something new
When the old tricks up your sleeve
Don't work, when it's just you

We all have to start somewhere
So I'm not afraid to be

Automatic

E-40

Grit & Grind

2002

before the fame, (boom)
Aint nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)
Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules
Stuck to the script, Made a Click
All a my

it
I'll move on to the next
Yeah, I went and worked hard then I got my weight up
Swear I wouldn't date her
Shorty want my paper
Then you'll run off

life been trying to get it right
All my life I had to fight
All my life been trying to make it right 
Been trying to get shit right
In jail by 15 by 16

Doper Than My Last One

G-Unit

The Beast Is G Unit

2015

won't rattle me
You been clouded
Thought to gossip me, ain't care about it
I believe the game'll switch to make emcees all fear the profit
Gotta do my own

won't rattle me
You been clouded
Thought to gossip me, ain't care about it
I believe the game'll switch to make emcees all fear the profit
Gotta do my own

paper, I don't chase anymore
Pull up in that new XR, no AY in my bones
But if I don't whip too fast, I still won't pick up the phone

I switch lanes like I

comin' by that time we left
All my money, is well spent
At the venue, bottle service, where my money went
Lui$ too thrill, I got rock, got cement

So I

enterprise 
2022 I'm on to better heights 
Factually by the things I've been spending all my time on 
Looking back in 2021 like I had to get my grind on 
Had

learned it all and now I'm done
Yeah, time got me a paper now I gotta get a job
'Cause big brother said I've had enough of fun
This is my last refrain,

a paper mask
The music fading
Damn you I've been sniffing suffocation from your polythene
Slit wrists by a telephone
Christmas in a happy home
Hang me hold

Hush

Talib Kweli

Eardrum [Bonus Track]

2007

a girl's ear
But me and my people we ain't about that
We about action, action speak louder than words, yo

Action and words dripping off the tongue

niggas relate
Just to rattle my cage, so much shit they sat on my plate
She know me through records, but she don't know me too well
All this game is for

Undercover

DJ Drama

Third Power

2011

want you to be no thinker
And we ain't gon’ waist this drink up, these haters all like hankers
While I’m countin’ all this paper, and my ears shine

Pretty Bitches

Gucci Mane

The Return of Mr. Zone 6

2011

dirty licks, all my weed droppin'
We back again, yeah we back again, and we gotta win
She wanna be my friend.

These pretty bitches love me, them bitches

a queen
I don't need nothing else when I'm with you
You're all I need
Be my queen
Be my wife
That's for life
Not just for a night
I look in your eyes
I feel

the new chief
Top gun, make you holla
Bitch I'm bout my dolla
I know I'm self centered shout out all my Prima Donnas
I'm a dog ass nigga gotta grab me by my

for hours and hours
I don't wanna leave i just wanna breathe

I sit by myself looking at the moon thinking about my spacial awareness
I sit by myself

Emirates, about my paper, my buisness
Born and raised in the trenches
Was spittin' game since an infant
From the Bay where they pin it
Throw a bitch up in

Steppin' to the A.M.

3rd Bass

Cactus Revisited

1990

of a shaker, sweatin' to the point of exhaust)
So listen to the mission horse
Blinded by the science, my mind starts flexin'
Sexin' down females to the A.M.,

I once was blind, had eyes but couldn't see
Had ears but couldn't hear the love of God was calling to me
I was so lost, so bound by all my sin
I

some cash
Rules everything around me
They brainwashing yo ass
Step on outside
And I'm feeling fly
Look up to the sky
That's about how high
Rollin' in my

in public on that civil disobedience
Can't blame us I guess we all just products of experience
Niggas know I'm fire, call my pen arson
When i was ten,

You ever been dead broke,
Yeah that feeling the worst
Grandma ask me why I don't go to church
Every time I think about it,
I see my dog up in that