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straight to the boss, you the man in the middle
In my world you little
Watch how you moving, the police gon pinch you
Wiping my tears with this designer

to our love, allergies and all,
I'll brave the reactions, big and small.
With a purring companion, I'll stand tall,
In this pop song of love, we'll have

Whens the last time you checked your mail nigga
when you realise shit isn't fair my nigga
ain't a clear mind that i live in
with a little lemon lime

bout the Benz
Baby i'm workin on steady evolvin'
I been by myself for so long but you know babygirl
Christmas is approaching fast
Man RIP pac
Biggie

thought it?
I wish I had been a little more honest
I wish I knew you would change if you felt it
I wish your hips could remain by my pelvis
I wish I pressed

care of your kid cause I ain't got none,
And when I get that Benz you ain't riding shotgun,
Well maybe, you can get in
But don't bring your little baby,

knock y'all off, all they need, bitch, is a dub
Aye all I need, bitch, is a ten, and bitch, I'm tryna fuckin' spin
Little bitch, I'm tryna fuckin' win, my

(Yuh)
(Bitch)
I been on my fuckin' own, did this fuckin' shit alone
They ask me like "you got any songs?"
I just feel like I can't belong
Now I just

On the corner of Burch and Tenth
He built a cedar house with a white picket fence
Red roses all growing in a row
She made the perfect little hometown

call the Mortician
Coroner and fucking cops to come get you
When I pop off a few shots and watch you drop
My aim is true and you do Not
Get the picture I

at Rome
I need something stronger than a Wellbutrin
'Cause my tummy's getting bigger and my breath's putrid
I'm very simple but a little motherfuckin'

my vocal cords
Maybe I should make some more pop songs with guitars playin' hopeful chords
Yeah, aye
Then I'd win the Teen Choice Awards
But would it

compared to vicious, but it isn't pop
No... It's one of the songs that can perpetuate calm
Break in the waves like an ocean dock
A couple hundred miles she

songs at once my notes a fucking griddle
I can't walk a mile in yo shoes cause they just too little
Had to go our separate ways but I know she goin miss

Parisian perfumes all on my clothes
Open up my soul for you to judge what I chose
Routes that I took to get what you'll never own
One song, that right there

little
Murder all on the song, paying attention to the rhythm
I drop a couple bands, my nigga down in Florida a come kill him
I drunk too many cups, I

I pick apart every lyric I wrote and I compose a letter each written by me
Hi my name Muchi and I got message I need to deliver I know you won’t read

drive
I'll probably be able to drive by the time this song comes out

So it's not gonna go as hard, but, like, just trust me
It went hard when I was

when that shit pop he died with no price
Ayy bro this is just how we go
We don't wanna crease kick so we crunch up our toes

We don't wanna freak bitch

can flop in the puddle at
The bottom of the telephone
Rap a little do the spit's got pop my soul
Clip clip bull shit and a gopher hole
Cherry flip Fresh

don't know where your hand's been
When we pop off, whole ting gets lock arff
Got little JJ in the can for the sha sha
So don't play round
Cuh the kids

butt
Only raised by women, so you got waist and rhythms
To get my attention through a dashboard
Why you think little teenage boys always crash more?

December I just hope I'm a rapper you remember
Making songs hoping one pops like 5th of November
That's why I'm looking for

Peace in the rhythm
Peace in

They Forced My Hand

Cormega

The Realness

2001

[Cormega and Tragedy - intro]
Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying?
A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know?
That's why we