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niggas put fear in my heart
We only fear going broke
And none of you niggas put fear in my heart
We cut your head by the throat
Never would hang with you

trippin' I'm over it
Go back to your traditional
I'm hittin' different
They thinkin' I'm grown, I'm lit
Back up, I come with the smoke
All she wrote
My

shit up and roll
Walked in and lit up the store
Took a dab and roll another joint
Now I lit up for show
And my bitch is like a pin-up if
I like it then I

publicity that Harris
And Klebold were not Marilyn Manson fans –
That they even disliked my music even if they
Were fans, that gives them no excuse
Nor does

a text,
From my best friend who said that tonight was gonna be lit.
I hope it didn’t show but I couldn’t handle it.

We left,
At 10.
Loud already, but

S.O.S.

Da Bush Babees

Gravity

1996

lady 
a clean pair of socks 
and some fish for my gravy 

(Mos Def) 
I swing with phat cats to smack tracks over phat raps 
it's all of that we

pockets with queso
Just saw my homie get clipped to the Draco
He better shoot it ’cause I could've used it
I went from five dollars and
Clip for the music

Y'all other niggas accidental 

Head hun 2020 
Ya see how I'm rocking how I'm coming 
Got these niggas waking up 
Now they saying my music tuff 

Y'all

OP over it
NPC I'm not it
OMG that's the clip

My clipper is chipper
Demeanor is flipper
And flier than dire
Times of the empire
Compile my file

(Party all the time, party all the time)
(Party all the time)
We The Best Music (my girl wants to)
(Party all the time, party all the time)

When I'm by myself, in my head, it's another zone When I'm in the bed, read the text, then
I threw the phone Said she had it, I don't need it,

feel like a winner
I step over them because I ain't the litter 
Don't get my hands dirty I call me a... Huh
Niggas think I'm worried bitch I'm lit
Popped

things about my music like its a illness
Like It's a sickness
But they can't stop me what I write in my music
I need to keep my head in the game now
I need

givin' niggas six
Feet when they casket drop i said bitch
You could get robbed for the cash you got
But I tell my squad, "Don't
Cry over spilled milk, just

Bombs Over Bahgdad

Unlinked Artist

A Tribute to Outkast: The Lounge Below

2004

D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for

friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so

because you're famous on Vine

Uh
Straight up!
Yeah third verse 

Hey Jake Paul, here's my third verse
You think it's over, but it's about to get worse
I

even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad

today but you're already late for that
Afterburners lit
I'm already up in outer space
Mars can wait
Im on my way to Pluto where the future stay
Present

up, hoes give me they eyeballs
Have her legs over head by nightfall
Girl I’m way too lit, I’m way too live
They like my lingo, they like my ride
Big boy

4 AM

Travis Scott

4 AM

2017

broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for

that I gave
Everything I had to my dreams

I'm happy and free and proud and
Confident i'm not crazy i'm free

Free from being held back by public opinion

loud and clear
I won't be editing videos on Adobe Premiere
I won't have hope for creation
Content or music, no explanation
The future is dark, in my own

Lit I'll send the addy
Come on shake that phatty
While you're being bitter
I'll be dipped in
Dooby-Dooby-Dooooo
While you're being bitter
I'll be