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me
For that nigga when you see me winning
Tell them to clear road men don show
And men don pull up in benz
Two by Two on your head
If you talking shit

Cats are dying by their lonesome hits are planned out but boys will rap about it boasting
Let's keep it real ain't nothing real about dissing dead my

This goes out to all those artist you know who love using autotune
Ya know and not even say words on their songs and somehow get to the top
Just stop

Back to the Grill

MC Serch

Return of the Product

1992

killer, who works by the phone book

For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I

a sack
Na lets blow this bitch down we go blow a rack, lets go with that
This music like feedin' my soul food, got me loving when these days go by
I'm 24

to an empty crowd na' I got an ear, crystal clear
Mixing up the sound tryna engineer, lying here?
I ain't have to lie since 99' nigga I ain't scared
Introverted

bullied by aristocrats
Many things I dey see so why
We getting killed by the police and SARS
Makes me so mad
And I no wan dey talk much
Dem dey say make I

Stunnaman02:
Ay I’m still upset
Up right now n**a fuck up next
Leave me alone I ain’t tryna sit and text
Don’t wanna do a song cuz they see me

the house and now I’m focused up
My transitions got them acclimated
And everybody moving different here
Contribute or n***a you disappear
I tribute

worried that I'm stuck in my haram ways
I told her that my shoulder got more chips than LeBron James I got
So many people to prove wrong with a new song

let you hit if there's money and a ring
With me that plan drifts into the past tense
‘Cause they all can be subdued by confidence
Charismatic

Wetin you carry na heavy weight 
Oya show me what you gat just shake your bumper for me 

Whine for me girl roll for tips 
Baby make you twist and turn

for the Love, yea
You the only reason that I be writing these songs
Another days journey
And a another days lesson
All this stressin' got me guessing

bucket
Seeing dad coming home with the guns, he had to dock it
The way I start the joint you really thought it was a love song
You think I'm going through

heard of Nas, "Stillmatic" and "It Was Written" too
My sister put me on to a lot when she was in middle school
I got hip to how rappers hopped on a beat

I'm saying?

I don't know

Another day another dollar
A shame we have to slave to pay the rent and the see doctor
No health insurance taken by man

on Myspace
She never said more than like two sentences unless it was in my face, na
She wasn't into it can't lie it made me insecure
I guess a dance is just

Back to back it ain't no gap you know how gang ride (Ain't no room)
You bet not wait to pick a side you betta pick it na (Come on)
You betta pick

Such a lonely summer all the nights I wasted on ya 
I crashed my laptop writing stupid songs up in my room 
Paralyzed in bed regret is peaking through

call me when I'm popping
I'm deadass when I'm talking
By twenty five I'm top ten
And thats facts yeah yeah
And thats facts
You can check my hooks, beats,

like you under more heat
They the ones in the room when you're busy cooking up your beats
They the ones by your side when your name is not on the score

see the floor, it's all ones
You working hard, but it's all fun
Them tattoos, they turning me on
The way you twerk in your thong
To your favorite song

AAAAA1
See my b***h, she was like
I need you to make a song for me, I know you be doing this rapping s**t
My other b***h she like yeah, I want one

these conditions 
Just let me be alone
I've been consumed by it way too long
Praying for closure and sleep a lot 
I Been stressing bout how I would sing