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silk cotton
Join me on this journey
As I travel to my promise
It's much better
Rappin' my story and staying honest
Regardless of the labels they gimme

so potent
You Seemed to help me pick up the pieces,
Never puzzled by my demons
I was so open to
Making you the one I believed in
More than friends fam

as a weapon
On the other line i talk to addiction
Crying out for help no! busy to listen
Diggin’ up my own grave from the damn past
Gimme some fire
Imma smoke

gimme a second?
Send the sept baby cheques
By the illions, thank ya
Gotta ball wit' my chick
Least Imma make her mine
Flashy, she already fine
Dappa, ya

What Cha Like

Mac Dre

The Musical Life of Mac Dre, Vol. 3: The Young Black Brotha Years 1996-1998

come
Let the track ride, gimme the mic and I'll run
Smooth with the groove like a saxophone
My backs is on, and man, caps is blown
Straight off

a chance
I could belong - be a hot commodity
Back up
Slacker had a lotta options
Couldn't walk but I sure did a lotta talkin'
Now I'm locked in
Rhythm in my

without putting in 

One man band 
cin't no representation
Cooking in the basement till I rock the whole nation
Diamonds in my stock
MF whoever hating

on a Mac (Woah)
That's straight facts, y'all sore in the ass
Did you get fucked by Shaq? (My bad)
I drop bombs on the track (On the track)
Like George W. in

to escape
Bitch I’m Houdini we shooting a tape
And that shit directed by the Michael Bay
Time stop time stop
I got too much on my mind
I got too many emotions

over my health
I was always wrong in situations, it was never fair
She don't believe in me
Man, I ain't did a thing
I cocked it back, I let it bang
How

on stage 

Or gun to my face 

Whether
You be amazed 
Or disgusted by this fake weather 

The government don't give af 
We gotta stick together 

I ain't

wake up
Stay in my body just wanna recieve
Cause you play your part and you stay by my heart
Give relaxation and relief
I wanna know the man who gave

five years in man they right
The years seem long but the days fly by
Childhood fears tripped into the light
See I always felt alone & I wondered why

Was

Drunk (Go)
(Faded)
Im Drunk (Go)
(Faded)
Im Drunk (Go)
(I been)


Bitch gimme a break
(Break)
You been a bitch 
(Bitch)
I can tell by yo face
Look for

that ya'd do for me
So I guess ya went and raised a fool of me
But momma made me a man
On my own two feet, how to stand
You could never understand how

ever stopping this unless I get a mille
Put my momma in a mansion where all of the hills be
Never paid my taxes but the weed man bill me

She just heard

Mind on paper making
My time spent on vacating...
Bitches gimme love
So that's pussy accumulating
Lames be faking
Smiling like Clay Aiken
But I know they

I'm covered in thanks and
I'm shooting these aint blanks man
I'm still blanking
Through depression and overthinking
Cuz I can't go back
That a Kagol

My pipe she pumping up
Gimme that top make it sloppy Joe
Budden we talking three hours or more
Copy niggas try copy the flow
Niggas try to hate but

can never loose oh God ah
Oh man a man abeg you gimme your attention
Very very soon you will share your testimony 
One by one you will tell your

According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ

Rihanna

When I say this they gonn hear it I just hope they understand
I’m gonn pull up by myself don’t get no fear from any man
Got a strap but you can’t

on man ima throw out the pack, 
Travel the world wit’ my bros doing map, 
Dream hard cos’ the blocks getting, 
Sad uhhh, 
Dey alll want bands 
Dey watch

onda twins
Man yall niggaz cant fool me
We da 1s chosen
Ballin like Derozan
Bullshittin homies
Got my heart all frozen
Put it in a blenda
Mix it wit da