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When I was five years old I
Used to hear funk and soul
Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, buggin on the names
With

lipstick been
Maybelline bruise
Number 5 on this dick on some funny shit
I'm tryna make it like really make it
Take a bath in my cash
Like is he really

yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's

Przy nim mała dziwka dojdzie szybciej, niż SMS
Gdzie mój cash? Blaskiem oślepiam J. Cole'a
Bo przy mnie chuja widzi, bo ja przy nim jestem golas
Jak

smakówa"
A ich dupy komentują „Co za kutas"
I małpuję ich bo by z nimi wygrał orangutan
To jak dach w porsch'awce bo to się samo nasuwa
Mój rap mój track mój

szybciej niż SMS

Gdzie mój cash? Blaskiem oślepiam J. Cole'a
Bo przy mnie chuja widzi bo ja przy nim jestem golas
Jak szybko ubrudzić kwitem rączki
Wiem ale

What Part of the Game

McGruff

Destined to Be

1998

You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem

Ayo, shout out Jay David for all the love
That's my boy, swag
Ay it's your boy, J-Money
AKA, Morgan Freeman's daughter
The color white here
Drop some

swerve swerve swerveee
Multiple the square root of 99 by the amount of times that I've been high
And divide it by the 3.14 the PI
And that will equal to my

you bout that action
Better keep it packing
(Hell of niggas)
Sliding through the bricks
I ain’t never been scared (I stand 5’6)
But I’m lion heart-ed

see these McBane brothers
They'll throw you off a stage
For staging theatrics
We'll call your card by name
Why d'you think we're called the McBanes
Just

Mykel Hawk the rap master and I’m faster than your five G’s
The talk is that ******** will splash like the high seas
I’m barking with laughter

amount
Is it piling up money to throw into accounts
Is it running from chances being swallowed by fear
Is it people only telling you what you wanna hear,

ae yae yeah
Yippy ae yae yeah
Yo I'm back on the track
With my boy big BRAVO
crusin through the hood
Gettin followed by the five 0
I dont really mind

think the tracks so sadistic
I feel like I'm Ted Bundy
We getting money
With the vision
Posted up in the dub-v
What you expect with me
I'm best

cracks
I'm true Cobain suicide on
The deepest tracks
I think I'm J Prince, I think I'm
Ghetto legend picture me inside
The same shoes
Thirty years still

Play was illegal, they threw up the flag
Offense 6, 5, no need for da grab
Clip was caught flying, stick shiftin one hand
Down shiftin da gear, empty out

on the move (Skrt, skrt)
Looking like a lick cause I got some fancy jewels (Ice)
J.V.K.C. still the team you can check my shoes (Hey)
We disbanded but we still

to fighting with the fans like I'm Ron Artest
In the studio for hours I don't need no rest
I be killing tracks for days this ain't my best
Sumn like J. Cole,

Bitch my name deady
And I do not make type beats
Fight me
Mother fuckers just wanna try me
Highkey
I dont think ill ever see the high beams
Fine by

shit
I spit crack on a track cuz I live what I rap
And I got 20 plaques just for spitting some facts
B u j b o y USPS JBz in the sky
20 in the fedex

Lights Outs (Lyrics)
93 BPM F-minor 
Written by Michael Messiah Earl and Sydney Sexton 

Performed by Michael J Foxx and 
Sydney Sexton 


Pre Verse

Oh I can't write tight, because I'm white right
We oughta have fight night, yo ass is gettin' sideswiped
By my knuckles yeah they fly right by yo

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)