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pale here?
They’re sickened by the junta’s failure.

Why does that man look familiar?
Probably just a similar figure.

What is this peculiar island?

on wax, I'm not gon' lack
Roger that, no Wayne
Fuck out my lane, bitch you ain't tryna crash
We ain't after fame, you have to pay us in a lot of cash

like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any

Plant a weapon on his body, hope no cameras are recording
You're sickening
You're not a human being
You're a monster given flesh by the powers that be

more money, y'all get the less (skrrt)
Swerving that Lamb', Lamb'
Twelve caught me in a jam, damn
Getting fucked by a freak going mayhem (woo, woo)

York
Turned fight for the living
Fighting for ya life
Can’t give you no pity
Warning don’t come to this city
Matta fact don’t touch this borough
Avoid

I still like my chances
I know Ima make it, Ima, Ima take my time
Ok no I don't have the answers
I just follow my heart & it always says I'm fine
Ok

I got enough ice to make a skating rink
My cash flow could make Satan blink
On the real my axis is circled by crispy bills
Account got more paper

rascal
I fly by y'all take them hats off
When that Denali is rollin its gonna break necks
Don't give me your fuckin numbers
Give me a pay check
These

bluffers in the sucker street,

Underrated ,
Yet undefeated,
Incomplete masterpiece,
Be patient there's more to this,
Self belief, is the most righteous

the fork down
Four thots - ain't enough I want some more now
Back that ass up drop it to the floor now
Known to go thru hell and still come up out the rubble

Fuck you niggas talkin bout you need a reservation for my elevation
No more hesitation - like a sinner's hospital, we been hella patient
Shout out

more hands on deck than a centipede
It's been highs and lows, and flying close, on the edge of my seat, by the skin of my teeth
Who says serving God

Call me society's
Groom. I'm going places.
You can't trace this presence  
So Pay me no mind I'm  
The ghost you've left behind.
I think you'll find i'm

a bunch of mouse traps
I don't pay people to do my own work
I will put you in the fuckin dirt
Got a strap on my side
You better hide
I don't give a fuck

came for Terry to pay me all my five grand, I told your son he doesn't know me he is just a side man, theres three of us theirs two of them he dont want

Sometimes our vices rule us, bad predicament
I just quit but here I go asking for a cigarette
Carcinogens and toxins when I'm by my lonely
Had to pay

clowns
By the way, who the hell is that
That is Mr. Marcia, our explosive
Ordnance expert. If it can be Blown up, he can do it
Damn straight and your new

River

Slug

First Contact

2002

rock
I?d figure out how to keep Hell off of my block
But as it stands, I stay content
Tryin? to be the magic man, and pay my rent
Wishing that Brian

choose to do is lame

Now I drip like water
I was poor like rain
Bitch, my soul on fire
I was forged by flames
Hold on tighter to endure that pain
If it's

love me
I can't trust the hoe
Hit that bitch once
I don't want her no more
Influenced my section
To bring out the scale
Ex's so mad
They not wishing me

around like I got the dice
Party like it helps my vice
Even though I learned the price
Beaten down all them demon
Pay attention to what I'm weaving
So I

G.O.A.T, y'all like "Same"
No, hell nah, not like Jay
Alan, he a shoota just like Ray
He got game, raps so tight, rhymes ring finger
Take last breath, take

this, taking every chance I get
Last year pressure, now feeling lazy, got hazy
Bad times but I gotta keep grinding
Crying out the pain, no more escaping