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hanging down, tryna hide the strings 
You’s a bad liar, You’s a bad liar, You’s a bad liar 
And it’s about time that I start talking ‘bout things that you

mistletoe
You know my tape's about to drop when my lyrics overflow
Behind these bars like I'm at a penitentiary
I write my own songs and I write them

Life

Z-Ro

I Found Me [The KMJ & Straight Profit Collection]

2015

some dope, or trying to get paid from
Songs I wrote
In it to win it, don't plan to lose, got to be a real nigga fill
My shoes
Got to pay the rent,

make music soft spoken,
What a way to change your heart when you stay got it by the chosen,
What a way to sleep at night when you know God the one I

I'm going off topic now
It's cool tho this is what grimes about
Shellin these yutes with a prime flow
Paying respects to F radio 
If you know you know

PATHETIC YES I SAID IT. 

FLOW SKITS Ima eat A ritz bisk real quick and slick rick ross sized shit throwin fits glitz glitchin out the games brain just for

Like what 
Yo

Fuck all that fame shit
I only can care about papes shit
Look in my face
No in hell you gon make it
Past half the time that I waited

PATHETIC YES I SAID IT. 

FLOW SKITS Ima eat A ritz bisk real quick and slick rick ross sized shit throwin fits glitz glitchin out the games brain just for

have to work trice as hard
Like a polite prison guard
I'm nice with bars who writes these songs
It must be Christ or God
I'm nice everytime I'm on a beat

and defiled
Read the Song of Songs and you won't see anything like that
Cuz real men refuse to treat women like crap
And just cuz Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians

and that is some food for thought
It's about to get dark
I'll make sure none of you come out of this unhindered
The lyrics coming out next proves I need no

Nigga for Hire

Hard Knocks

School of Hard Knocks

1992

It sounds comical but I grew up around orphans
Leftover-ass lawmen, their time to expire
These niggas for hire

(Don't sell out)
(Don't sell out)

show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that

gangsters pose to move
I don't know what these niggas on today
They living fast and dying young, it's a marathon, it's not a race
Let's brag about them credit

Gossipers tryna kill me
I don't feel like I fit in
My friends don't know the real me
I gotta keep my guard up
These questions make it harder
They ask me about

Spirit blasphemy
Maybe because it causes a spiritual hysterectomy
Taking away the ability to give life for infinity 

For Adam is the one who called her by

humble, just you wait[00:54.07]CYS hit about a hundred K[00:56.23]Damn now I really wanna taste[00:58.13]Me I guessed it's more than a summer

I'll kill Will Smith and leave leave fresh prints at the crime scene and wait while you replay that twice
I'm so nice it's like I'm made by crnott's
Went

Sunday... man I can't believe it...
Another week just came and flew right on by
This new week won't be any easier
I got a lot to deal with... I don't

Hey There Delilah

Party Tyme Karaoke

Party Tyme Karaoke: Male Rock, Vol. 2

2008

song another listen

Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me

make it harder
They ask me about my sister like I was making it all up
I'm young and misguided
These things are bruising me
I lose against life so

a passion
Forever Rare till I lie in my casket
I'm good, thank you for not asking
I cried when I wrote this song, cause I got faith, I'm holding on
My feet

bussin' fasho
Time go by we gettin' older and older
As I grow to see the world it’s getting colder and colder
Can’t be that nigga who always got ah chip

and artificial
It's gotta piss you off that I am the chosen one, Mama's only son
Posing a threat without holding a gun
I ain't thinking about accolades, I know