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we gon let em know just how we rockin girl

I can tell how you feel without you saying it
I know ya life is not a game & I don't play with it (Nah)
So

it
It's gotta be real I'm not even half baked yet
Yea
I can be hard and melodic
Yea
Now I know you want to cop it
I've come so far in just 4 years
Now

Mary Jane just wanna give it a kiss
Get fucked
Call a cab cus I can't see through the mist
The way I kill this shit you'd think I'm slitting a wrist
Get

know who the fuck I am, man
I can't believe that I be doing this too
But the blames on you 'cause
By the way, you've been uninvited
'Cause all you say

my moms first
I need that western bread
Then I'm going east with it
Tell the queen I need some head
But shawty I won't never beg
I got a 30 by my

a hundred K in the lamb
Post up selling them drugs with my mans
A rapper with the fame
(Look) Imma ride to the top
All my niggas can’t be stopped
And we

place us face-to-face
To tell that fake how much I hate him
But today I'll use Myspace
And I'll place lots of comments
Up on his page A flame war I will

There’s no use investing your time and energy on someone you think will be loyal
The devil has a way to get to the people you close to
You just got to tell

the conversation
You need a mediator for a custody arrangement
Funny how I can do it I don't need no fucking help
Turned into I ain't make this fucking baby by

Yo, what up, it's your boy Dae-Dae
Yo, what up, it's RichboyRC and you're listening to Cartridge by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4evr: Deluxe

Dae-dae,

keeps texting 2 am in morning
Shit, I don't know, but I don't treat her like my hoe
But just so you know; she's just a friend; we do text a lot though

Some of my closest niggas
Wanna see me lose it all
But the love of my name is on
They can't get in my shoes at all
I'm still hood with it still gangsta

gets better when I get that text
Like oh hey OG you’re the best 
I know we cause you a lot of stress 
I’m like yeah y’all can be annoying as heck
But

non-linear
Convoluted storytelling

Name some names
Amigo

Hey
Can you hear me
This is my voice

So
When I was young
I was
Obsessed with soccer

It was

Walk Like That

Hurricane Chris

51/50 Ratchet

2007

that
I walk like that cause I talk like that
You just said the same thang
I just said the same thang

I'm from Louisiana you could tell by the accent

legal
I can get it prolly four different ways
Elevated to the point I don't see you
Don't worry bout me dawg I'm doing my thang
Niggas acting like they

Trapped by myself in a box like a mime
I'm breakin' out, comin' back stronger again
Although I'm the prophet, can't seem to repent
Picture me seein' myself

Every day I think of ways to be escaping this hell
I can tell this ain't a paradise, none of it's right
Guess I must've done a crime now my punishment's

in the blessing)
When It's All Said And Done

Reach back like "81"
Best believe I got hands
Net-worth gettin' higher by the year
Cause we gettin' bands

all alone, she plays, well... anything she likes
A lullaby about a llama, with a dish and spoon
Followed by a ditty called Alpacas on the Moon

Sweet

Inner child's screaming, don't be leaving me back
You need to repatch, this so I can freely relax
And deeply detach from seeds of the past
So I'ma give

okan mi de maa n gbogbe
Because I've been through alot
I aint gat nothing to loose
Living life day by day
Me I just dey catch the cruise
I sold my soul

made in lifetime)
Trying to pop a perc' to ease this pain, can't short my lifeline (No, no)
If I don't make it by the time I go, then I'm gone die trying

estimation
Speed it up, slow it down, then I stop, aye
See I gotta live my life, I can not be waiting
I gotta tell you something, no it's not a intervention
I