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a nigga had writ
Yo, bet, take a shot, and a nigga won't miss
White buffs, a little more, so it might look like Swiss
Off the lot, told them I cannot leave

Old man Wrigley lived in that white house down the street where I grew up
Mama used to send me over with things we struck a friendship up
Spent a few

Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine

And then I'll get a call that daddy gotta hit the road
But then I'll be back home
Little lion Milani my boodiebutt
Heard about u daddy had to go run it up

Lil niggas claim that they're talking the hardest
Wouldn't even get booked for the gigs by their fathers
Out here tryna live the life of an artist

everything at stake
I put the whole rap game on a dinner plate
Fisha red hot
Hit the stage then go up in flames
In the kitchen watch me cook a little some

to know my whole name
M-L-M with a little M-L-K
A little M-A-L come X the enemies
Even more M-A-R 'cause Garvey lives a dream
And if we never shout the plan

Next time, Nick @ Nite

We at lost try [?] bank cards
Live fast, die young tryna get far
No bitch, my whip not a rental
Got rich off these

invested
I'm trying to give me kids everything I never had
My father was great but I'm trying to be a better dad

We need a little bit of hope
It's looking

Ferrero balls.
How disappointing.
Summer sport stars swim in cash, they live a life so sweet
There are TV channels just for them, plus one for Thorpie's

Got my swisher by my side, yeah my wood is sweet and sour
Sorry momma, but at least you'll never catch me sniffing powder
Got a feeling that my hoe

New gen millennial spin
They salty when they pepper the cap
A little white with tones so black
Psychology novels on days like this spark the Back

NYC Street Corner Battle

Ultra

Big Time

1996

to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb

a vacation
Lake Geneva definitely ain't the destination
Cause that ain't my end goal
Empty real estate I don't need acres of gold
A little house will do I live

breaking
What if i just crash
Would you remember me for my soul or just my craft
(verse by Big Bear)
Im ok
No youre not
I live inside of my mind
While it

aged
Y'all niggas wear purses and
Try to bleach braids
Huh, my niggas like lions trapped
In a weak cage
Bruce Banner on gamma when I release rage
With

the dude that says please, doors open up, in comes the breeze.
For one can live a little for a fee yet best things in life are free.
Another name Stoned

twice
Stay in your lane if you want
To live a long life
The bitches get long pipe all night
The 9-11 Porsche white still go to Onyx
Throw up 20 like

over areas
Buried us
In a system built by Giants
Or figments of imagination
Just to keep us quiet
I'm sorry I ain't lying
I'm just really high and I be

squad)
Go tit for tat (My squad)
Who's down to ride (My squad)
Who's on my side (My squad)
Who's taking it live (My squad)
Stand up (My squad)
Crash

my light to blind
But like the Sun
I know the Sol gotta shine
I keep it black and white wit a little bit a grey smoke
Getting Mary Jane high
Some

resentment
In the end paralyzed by the venom
It’s just what I expected yeah cuz nothin ever given
It’s tryna make a livin
It’s stay afloat swimmin
I stay

allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving

to rhyme tight, beauty in her eyes like
Wanna take her away, mic felon
Take her on a journey, where we going? No tellin'
But I've, been blinded by beauty