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but I ain't play the bench
I'm ducking off cause I'm tryna get rich
I press decline on your call cause I need to get back on my shit
I need to get back

stuff
Finna set a nigga ass on fire cause he iced up
Want me to kill a nigga in broad daylight bro bring the price up
Why the fuck 2 press play and then

Years old that's the very first chapter
Francis M. on a tape, that I'd master
I press play, and zone out, and then after

I'm writin' a verse in the back

She from the era of attitude better watch her..
Dj play that play dat muthafuckin watcher by the doctor...
Nigga I said play it or the fuckin doctor

just dialed
1700 is on the line
Yo its Kom dawgs know that I didn't come here to play
Takin steps bit by bit, tryna stay in my lane
I be takin hits from

tell me what you really saying to me
Make it make sense, as my woman would say
Homie, don't play with my chi, ya, ya, ya
Or anybody think they playing

The hate be all over they face like dermatologists
Put that and this in a pot
Then you let the product mix
Save up for them rainy days
The feds handing out

Let me talk to ya, got them albums finally off the back burner
Digitals & digipacks been flippin' like ya spatulas
Not a single feature either, I

enough
Old school Hip Hop 
Yeah, I'ma bring it back

Now I had to mess with rappers and teach them the game
I know I'm best If you don't like it
Then quit

TyReezy you make what I call swag music man
That's just something I want to play with the top down
Going down you know the 101 in LA or the 405

slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents

to talk
Some sense in him
Same day realised there's no convincing him
Nigga With Attitude like Ren and 'nem
Got a click of piranhas, I will swim for them
I

the ones who know
I'm taking my time, go slow
Keeping it C minor, low
I mean low-key
He paid with his blood, so no fee
Second album, it's degree
Most

I press play on Ghostface 
J Cole and drake, trippie DaBaby and tame,
all the to the weed place, 
I just wanna be faced,
Listening to Blueface,
Tryna

necks, straight out the ‘Dale, we running the set
You better be strapped, we coming with vests
Play with our knights, you might get checked
Kill you off

fouls if you paying the Refs
A lot of bad calls so from flags thrown; we waving them techs
Jobs shipped overseas or  replaced by machines got them saving

the middle it's frightening
Dark enough to get shot by feds
But not light enough to get look anything like them
When my reality is I went from the news at 6

corny so I don't play them music games
All the politics is stupid lame
If you ain't Billy Dance then I don't cosign the shit y'all do for fame
A lot

to fuckin hard

You think you're all that cuz you dropped a fucking album
You should keep reaching for plays
Cuz i know you'll never catch em 
Steady

of them ate with me
This motherfucking grilled chicken
Cost me eight-fifty
I ain't in the mood, lil' yuppy
Don't you play with me
I grew up in the New York

We Know

Cappadonna

Tunnel [April 2001]

1999

how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us
Ya'll want to get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to press no
Get fucked

talking seasionally shit is like recent
Take me back to the garden of eden
Money makes all things spin in a full course
Government gradually taking shit by

Press play, let it ride out on the wave
When I pass the mic tell me what you might say?

Jay bring them home
My sister told me that I should stop using women
And I tell her I ain’t use em cause they are happy when we finished

Hey,