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the new Rakim, maybe I'm Fab Pharaoh
Undergarments or armor be my intimate apparel
Pre-Kardashian Kanye, my rhymeplay immaculate
Same cadence as D.O.C

on my heart
Didn't realize her worth until we fell apart
Now I'm reminiscing, tearing me apart
Wish I could rewind, make a brand new start
Thought I was

run ya lips and instigate
Why you wanna talk and not say it to my face
Why you wanna pretend and love to be fake
Why you wanna is it cause I'm the one

can't believe that YOU
Sold your soul for one hundred views (uh-oh)
Every blue moon, this shit's nun new
Yeah, just 'cause you hoop don't make you cool

I thought I told you that my first name's Nicholas, the N spells nasty
Can't believe you even tried to walk past me I wonder if you scream while you

the brand gon keep on the growing
Collectin all my points from many places I keep in storage
Out in many places just to write, go home record it
And lately I

Got a brand new girl and go both ways
Uptown, Downtown I can't stay one place
When I hop on this beat NF Trey don't play
NF Trey I don't play nah
"You

were you when I was in the trap (Huh?)
The block was hot, thirty eight on my lap (Boom-boom-boom)
I was keepin' the whole hood strapped
Every week, new

fervent bout my servin peep the worship
You don't know this brand new person I just hopped up out that furnace
Now I'm burnin

Fightin off all the pressure

and night makin deals to pay da bills
Shit can get foul when you with the wrong crowd
Plus I Just got word your little brother going through a long trial
My

your spine
Gonna die by design I'll just wait and bide my time
Robbery you're a flea quarantine break your knees
Brain bleed I can't read!
Put you six

and complete you
Word, they saran wrap their bars
Is all see through
Couldn't fuck with my leftovers so
I ain't gone feed you
Never, I'm drinking whiskey with my

Ooouuu
Normal folk don’t understand me and you
Yeah it’s true
You can do anything that you wanna do
See it through
Stack my pennies
Now I’m bout to make

're a chicken
You're a bird
I'm in a Brooklyn mode (Ayy)
Hammer next to my phone
Got to protect this thrown
Feel the pressure
I'm really trying to make it home

the Benjamin Franklins, she might get naked
Abraham Lincoln came from my home state
But he surely ain't enough to make a bitch on home
Bitch you can't play me no

what I call life it's the pot up to the dust
What are these thoughts for
I should be top 4
Or maybe top 3 in my odyssey you odd-a see
I gotta be

Child Vigilante

Fieldy's Dreams

Rock N Roll Gangster

2002

Erase all the numbers on your cellie phone,
On my way out, toilet paper your home,

Shit in a bag, light it on fire,
You open the door there's a bad

If you say that don’t like me it ain’t true then you acting
And if I blow up it’s the music ain’t no bills that I’m stackin'
Anyone stand in my way

lyrics here to pay them
Lived in over twenty homes, apartments, even a Days Inn
And momma she told me Jason I'm sorry that you were raised in
So many

money in these lyrics here to pay them
Lived in over twenty homes, apartments, even a Days Inn
cnd momma she told me Jason I'm sorry that you were raised

me phone
Going back to the basics
Bitch, just face it
You and I could never work out
You're tryna play me, but I can see it
That smirk when I pull my

you can see what’s in my heart
I’ve done shit on my own, nobody said it was easy
We a group, can’t do it alone
Call me up, fam, if you need me
I’ve put

to heal
But i am proud of my city for real
You really can't spell hustle without STL
Them niggas a do anything to make that sale
Or pay that bill
Gotta

our strings
When I see you next, it's at a brand new cafe
The one in the market and you wore a drawstring
I ended up revealing how much I missed you
I