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make album four
Less talkin', I've been workin' more
Better me is what I'm workin' towards
Y'all judgin', but we not in court, no, we not in court
Oh

How You Want It

Big Mike

Hard to Hit

1999

break up the pieces and does the best decide
Hit ya with that pesticide
I keep ya man, ya milli' - legacy loaded by my side
I'm killin' these wise guys

believe it (not at all)
When I shoot my shit, I don't ever miss, better hit my target (yeah-yeah)
And it go lil' quick, I'm the wrrong nigga to start with

known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him

me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my

graduated magma cum laude virtual on zoom
I thought by now you'd make the news
In talent shows you swept the room
You whipping in the Rango still, I know cuz

to say i made the best Grime albums anymore
the man know that i did

anybody upset can hit my DM’s
i shine through the dark just like 3M
no typo there’s p

But either way it goes I know that you will not forget me

Ohh shit here we go now
Bout to grab the keys hit the gas i'm on the road now 
Take a fuckin

goes into this shit ya feel me?
Let's go get it yo

Verse 1: (All White G)
Achievements on my lap I'm pursuing my careers
Never been scared not even by

best
She would tell you the same
Baddie tuggin' on my belt
That freaky shit dives me insane
Fuck it, romancing
Cummin' in sync
I just hit from the back

time, but you guzzling down 'yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I'm just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being

and the nails by Sydney
Bitch I been bad since Disney had made Mickey
Let's see, they copy that is what gets me
I love my sisters down shoutout to Treasure

City of Macks

Dangerous Dame

I Got What You Want

Hey, I battle any day
And any hour, any minute, any second
And any album, any single, any record
Cause what I'm sayin is this: I rock you anytime
I make

color that vivid shit
Made bridges to move across, help is a hit or miss
People come and go by the season
No need to lock they number in when I'm bound

don't like to live by works
Everybody dies and wakes up with the master that they serve
I think it's absurd that I work hard and they like to observe
Wait

albums
Manifest the game - Thank you, if Im welcome
When I stack my lil change 
It be change for the better
I ain't ever went up out my lane in your

I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he

on a shelf
Look
This shit on my belt
Making hits, just vibing out the moment, my album gon sell
I know my ex's mad , they see I'm balling, why you all in they

hold her up to my chest
Haven't seen her in a while, yeah, I'm feeling so parched
We'd be dating nine months by the time it hits March
See these dudes

'm helping people get out their lows
School is alright but
I don't wanna be on that 9-5

Take it slow
Life could hit you in the face
Could give you that smack

a block of parked cars, every Christmas it hit through
Her heart, cause she only had her doggie to vent to

If I could go back, I'd probably ask her to come

but I'll add them to my album
If you fuck with it, then I like you
If you don't like this shit, you're a psycho
Let me explain why I'm rapping like this

feelings when you know we was just F-ing
He hyperventilating so I told his ass to breathe
Wait, I know I got em sick just by the way that nigga sneeze
Not

"Dad you ain't hit"
I gotta say it, Tory ain't do that shit
She let me hit it once, now that bitch sis
Don't need no gun, bitch, I'm good with my fists