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See Me...
Just a different kind of breed!

I'm going hard by any means 
Stack this paper with a lot of dreams
I'm praying these haters don't

to shop at the Dollar Tree
Got Fallz on my mind, every time that I touch down in my city
Gotta get me a bitty, big booty big titties, and her face hella

Carrie and Big type love
There once was a wild child with stars in her eyes
She got strung out on this man by surprise
He was so by the book
She was so

and by one I am smizzed
Don't ask why my eyes red get up off my
Hit it with these songs gotta get it
Shout out all my folks they don't get it
Out here

to waste
We got way too much time to procrastinate
Too many dreams left for people who done passed away
It never came into fruition in a big way
I pray

jot some notes on how we looking out
to leave a legacy a bit of dough a little house
nothing to much we've never wanted for a big amount 
feeling

Piggies wanna pin, they posted right down the street
Came up from the mud, never city lights for me
Peep my teeth, they stained by sweet tea
I got something

cll you need is you, never a substitute
You're a big tree in the garden no a disgusted root
Better to live a true lie than a distracted truth - its

War with a star, it’s light like saber
See I used to get curved by Stacia
But true say she done man a favour
See I don’t want no more problems, unless

Check out my team
We can get dirty
But we lookin' all clean
If I didn't have them where would I be?
Head down, big frown, life wearin' on me
Na mean?

On upon ah time not long ago
There was ah local rapper with ah killer flow
His rhymes where tight and he had something to say
And he loved his city

like a got a big chip on my shoulder
What can I say i was raised by the border (EP)
For my trill niggas
Who about some dollar figures Thinkin fuck

ah, yeah, ah
Ah, yeah, ah (Blatt) ah, yeah

I ride around in that big body
Whip and that bitch tinted black
I move just like Obama (Yeah)
I'm blowing up

that day came and went
And from the look of things i was correct
Target still a hunnid million so i never rest


Mastered the game now i make moves like

Supreme

Rick Ross

Mastermind [Clean]

2014

It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming home
He never told and he never used the telephone

Models in my living room
Lined by Hermes
Yeah nigga
Somebody must have heard me when I prayed
'Cause I'm paid cash money
Cash Money never paid me
But

on my throne
This that big dick energy, no perfume, I need cologne
She done fucked nine dicks in one day
That pussy dead, okay, poor cat, poor cat

Goodbye to the Village

Killing Joke

Brighter Than a Thousand Suns

1986

rise, no valley homestead seen
And now the cities never end, and how the cities stretch forever

And in the morning promise me great times will come again

Young Nab, baby
The streets ain't never loved me
But I always loved it back, slipped and fell off in them cracks
Yeah, big homie, that's a fact

yea
I'm coming down with a big bag
Stay smoking like a chimney
Cris Must learn by himself
Don't offend me
You ain't ever fucked with me
Now you wanna

With the glock by my side
Yeah my clothes fit tight
The money never light
She want me come over I know that's a troop
Shout out my dogs shoot out

back
(What, what, what, what)
I swear I'm never lookin' back
(What, what, what, what)
So toast to the good life that's where I'm at
(What, what)

Shout

off
Never falling off
I've been going good
I've been working good
Never falling off
Ain't no falling off
Can't be tamed by no pussy ass hoe 
Hell na

rebound and I block out
A no hitter Nigga nothings sweeter
Than the opposition when it drops out
Like Bama Duchie never clock out
Speeding by you better