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punished
Hit a bong that shit so strong
Then throw up in a bucket
Make a song and don't go wrong
I'm cooking in the oven
Bring the weed to the function, yeah

weekly for a sexual thrill,
That I frequently self-harmed by sticking needles in my pelvis
They would have locked me up in the looney bin and threw away

happy as a crackhead alone
Inside a pawn shop you got a whole lot of
Songs and some silly bars
They like your children
You claim 'em but they ain't really

I’m the one, I’m just surrounded by 3’s and 2’s 
I got a line around the corner waiting on me to lose 
I’m done with phony kickin, I can see that ain’t

the club you see my chain from far away
Came up out that dolla ain't no Penny Hardaway
Trappin comin quick I got this shit from Uruguay
Rapping to this

Party hard party long
Move like this is the last song
Drop your guard lose your mind
Say goodbye to humankind
Get drunk get crunk get buck we're

the secret all along is was I had to stop searching and let it find me
Bonita all around, baby, girls like 5'3". For real, loving you is easy

This ain't for

Thinkin' it's fortune and fate, but I'll never wait
I'm just living large
Nothing to compare it to
Is it the plenty or the few?
Is it the penny or the view?

by the pussy I be on my Trump shit
We are not the ones that you wanna fuck with
Left his body in the dirt like some dog shit
Back shots like Pakistan

Yuh, ay, ay, look, yo
This the type of song that uh... you dedicate to somebody special
Just not too special you know - haha -yup... check this

you on that list
Huh yeah
Ewing doing this shit
You ain't doing this shit
Weekly teachings on marketing all 'cause he fluent in it
Squeezing for pennies

Older said sadly, ‘You must write whole songs, or you will end up like this! Old, living on pennies.’ Olders voice rang with regret. ‘I never realized how

Damn, if it ain't one thing
It's another
I'm either being held back
By my sick mind
Or my skin color
They call us spics, they don't see us as equal

brother Demond on my receiver
He say where them new songs at, we need ya
(Ahki, where you been at man?)

Chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody

your songs
Mad about a bitch
I can vouch that you ain't got no gun, boy you don't stand on shit
Booked for murder, you had sat up in that cell and you

takes
When you black and tryna educate
From the other side of the interstate
Cause the schools where I'm from
Lose funds and raise crime rates
Catching 3

not the raps
Bitch you clowning
Make a song with no collab because my verses sound astounding
I'm lounging
Brother's got the sauce like an Italian

If You Got the Money

Jamie T.

iTunes Live: London Festival '09 EP

2009

what you're told man choke on it

We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high,
Thinking

lamar?
Mad city changed you, Kung Fu
Kenny worth a penny, but I
Won't give you this
I wish I had the chance to go back in time
And fuck me up just for

To the sky
Imma ride
Get the ghost
Imma fly so invisible
Pen and roll
Take a toll
Make a mental note
Make the paper hit divisible
Started with the penny rolls

Black rapper with a conscience I'll be out by half past
27 coming sooner than you think, 5 years till I'm a tree in Bedfast
Loving memory of the boy,

up nowhere, if I can't bring that blick on me
I been the one, pour up a deuce, and I'ma hit that hoe by three

We don't get no fuck bout you, or who

Love, is something I can't find
Stuck inside my mind

Sittin' and I'm writing this song for you
But the fact is that you never ever told the truth

hideous 
And some living penny-less
Get a penny for thoughts I can lend you mine
A billion dollars ain't enough I need plenty time
Petty wives got a nigga