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by a plane
I was born and I am shooting my shot
Got an A on my paper if you think I did math you were wrong if you mad you'll be strong coz I'm next

nose, 
Told them so them niggas don't ride by codes, 

They cracking the code like it's something to crack, 
I carry yo team like LeBron on my back, 
I

’m tryna get by
Recognize you in the presents of some game
Ain’t gotta say too much then bitches know my name
She say i came at her on some pimpin
Shit I

albums in
I can tell you things
Bout people you run with

I can see a fling, a flame, a spark
And all the sum of it
Ran ya tape by my dawgs
They didn't

time
Doing it like a star plus it's certified
By the way that I tip my car
Screw done told me back in the gap
That half these bitches wasn't shit
So I

This is South Cak
Presentation with a
Hint of mischief written on my face

I'm in album mode, I'm a fade
Not in album mode, i just play
It's the fore

This is South Cak
Presentation with a
Hint of mischief written on my face

I'm in album mode, I'm a fade
Not in album mode, i just play
It's the fore

H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many J's at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin' I feel alone
I ain't

Cthulhu

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

(1st Verse)
Deep beneath the pacific ocean in full locomotion

A Letter

Trae

Losing Composure

2003

(*singing*)
[Hook: Shyna - 2x]
I'm writing, a letter
I'm writing, writing a letter to my loved ones

[Trae]
Dear Dinkie, more it what happened

You know the whole fit by NIGO
I had to switch up the style (Real)

I was down bad
Now we going up again (Hold up)
Birdman hand rub
Gotta rub it in

a blindfold them niggas call me intrepid
I focus on assists the last part of the game my points too high to beat
This might be the intro to the album that I

and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one

Still ain't hear about no fuckin' deals

First album I was in my feels, second album, gettin' off the pills
Third album switcha demographic, still

'm knowing that I gotta make
It running on my deadline
Giving out flat lines
Cause if you think that I'm feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its

Sup Hoyle
Pittsburgh
Right out of Highland Park
Its Pittsburgh bitch
I said, its Pittsburgh bitch
It's been long time coming
South Oakland alleys

obsessive about your notes Because your writing is pretty awesome and I respect that in so many ways and I'm so awed by it and people don't understand that

I'm pulling these hoes on a paper tolls
Or a add by the woods take her to the Mo'
Lil B got slow weed you could blow
Twenty yeah on my wrist and
It's

DJ Enuff Freestyle

Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

spin around, I'm the new kid in town

Yeah it's coming soldier, 
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What

I've been driving state to state so I could catch a feeling
I ain't catch that feeling so I made an album about it
While I'm making Peter made

the U-N-I T with out
B ya'll should jus give it out free
Cause in the south we consider
You weak nigga when I speak the
Streets get relief they really
Find

the south WE consider you WEAK
Nigga when I speak, the streets get relief
They really find the truth out about this beef
A victim of defeat when your album

how our niggas still around
Nevetheless I find myself
Doing the same thang
Drop another album for the block
And try to get my change
And deep beneath

Nights in the South 
Night One: 
Having good times can be so hard, 
If you don't know, 
Now you do, 
I don't really know why I came here but I