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ain't no lie, a gangster in a bow tie

Instagram go live, scorin' on the gold line
I don't rent it dawg, I own mine
Got 200 on chime
Gotta say no to them

rhyme better
How you gonna hate a man that's just chasing after cheddar
You and your homies mad at me cause I'm an original player
Round 1, 2, bust in

Sometimes

Noreaga

Melvyn Flynt Da Hustler

1999

Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe, your face show through your seeds

the fiends by the ocks
Im posted on corners i made that shit hot
Posted on corners i made that shit hot
I serve a custy right in front of cops
Is DVE baby we

care if it’s a hello or a goodbye 
It’s hard to see inside when you sitting on the outside 
Go to sleep in love then a stranger by the sunrise 

Life is

new
Go keep being the best of me
Mission in the recipe
Controlling my destiny
Never snooze
Catch me with the crew too
Rapping out in Bufu cuz you can't

might
Leave you lonely never leave you in the dust
I always keep this patience for you
Always got my trust
You and I'll have better days trapezing through

New Improved

Popa Wu

Visions of the Tenth Chamber

2000

slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that

battle rappers but the difference
In the two is the caliber

Everybody be quiet everybody
Everybody nobodies
Rappin' 'til y'all are quiet

I said
We both

him die
Cash go up in the diner
See this little bitch he know kept gettin' finer
As Cash ordered his food
His opps came up in the diner,
4 Deep, 2

entangled me;
Destruction hit me like a wave.
5 Encircled by the snares of death,
I faced the terrors of the grave.
6 In my distress I called on God;
I cried

the closet under rehabilitation catalogs
His basketball?
It sits in the corner of the garage, collecting dust

And I couldn't tell you his name, but when

with lames
I done saved niggas lives and put food in they stomach
Broke off and done gave my last blue on the money
Never asked for it back I was cool

in the dust without a home and no drive, c'mon baby
You got me out of fucking breath for you girl, c'mon now
Two step, you step up out of here had

the Tillers
Self-made nigga you know it's true
I don't pull up with the after party
Just going home all alone
No reception, two phones
Swae Lee, No flex zone

My Story

Kero One

Windmills of the Soul: Instrumentals

(Verse 1)
It?s way past my curfew in an emcee circle
Rhyme dispersal, the ones without rehearsal
And if Pops found me, I?d get smacked hard
By that

speak
Living life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
Out

mine, let before me do ryt
Ngoba in this new life you only get 2 strikes
So I try by all means ukuba umuntu oright
Nami ngifike lana ngeke nifike I'm

bullet scar
south suicide its like do or die
my nigga came home from a 2 to the 5
nigga pumping on strip selling 2 for 5
dont set up by southside cutie pie

me I just get amused
Just for being myself I was ridiculed
Disappeared off the grid for a year or two
Now I'm back so you better come get in tune

bring it
And it's like that

[Chorus - X2]

It's too dirty, too raw, too rugged
Too raw, too bangin' too blazin' too hot to touch
Ain't too many crews

ma, you look amazing, are you Haitian?

I'm half that and half Asian, my name is Raven live in New Haven

'Till I find the right man, my virginity I'm

superflyness
Your Highness
Can't buy this, superflyness, superflyness
Your Highness

Let's go
I want you to feel this shit in your bones
The same way live that

ain't no fluke aye
Blow dat a bitch a flute aye
My bitch go tuh tuh
Aye
Yo shit sound like poop
Don't need a crew
Sliding like coop
Popping by da group