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They be asking me like, "Rob...how'd you make it high?
Chasin' music as a job without suicide?"
I molded, made the money make me blind
'Cause all I

take your promise back?

I’m so inspired by your love
And I was looking from above at you
Since you were child till touched these stars
Go ahead and do

(I'm a beast)
I'm smokin' your man, he weak
SRT, two hundred on the Jeep
Lil' bad bitch with pretty teeth
Amiri jean, hundred bones on my sneaks

She might want the Rayne
Dancing in her grave
Call me by my name
Never stay the same
Ion talk to lames
I just talked to god
He just made it rain.

dat pot (yea) I'm from the streets and you not (No) 
I ran it up like a marathon I'm surrounded by real ones like Ferrakhan if them people come see me

to Stonehenge
Lay it brick by brick so that they toil in the foliage
Every style mastered mixed and fastened to the masses
I'm staying with my shit like a chicken

he right there when it's time to shine
Lord Rob, what up, nigga, I ain't got no words
Them late nights in block 17, we used to purge wood
That's my

it back like Hester that's like 50 fucking times
Bitch dont you test me I hate test with all my heart
Lame nigga acting for some action like him larp

Keep it crazy call me Joe we can role play

Now I don't normally do this but uh
Why don't we gon break em off with a lil preview of the remix

Back it up

real
See I don't trip over no loneliness because really I be on some lonely shit
Can't be no dummy, I know how it feel to be bit by a snake
Free the gang

shit back)
Throw that shit back woah (Yuh)
Fuck g4 (Tell em, tell em)
Fuck g4 (Tell em, tell em)
That lil boy zesty (woh, zesty)
He from the dance hall

Translate to imma don
Imma khan
But I bet u spell it c-o-n
From a land where we comprehend
Smart is how is ya money spend
Give a bit just to get back a bunch

For a little second
Said she coming back inside, we got a lil' section
We copped a bottle of Patron, we did a lil' flexing
And it's the middle

Hollograms

Ganksta N-I-P

Psychotic Genius

1996

the dead,
I grab him by the face and ? into the back of his head
Its crushed, like the butcher do meat
Manic depressive monster inside my mind ready to be

on your shit
Don’t worry bout me lil nigga
That’s how you stuck in a rut
I don’t know what it’s gon take
For my shit to pop
But I know my time is near
I’m

And now I'm trying to make it rapping selling out the shows
Told my lil brother he gon be rich when he older
He too young to understand but ima show him

the trap spot
It's just some things you should know
You gotta live by the code
It's real when you stay on this road
Cuz I stay by the trap spot
I can't say

It’s Just The Way We Live By

Real Eyes, Real Lies, Real…

Nah Fuck That I Just Realized

Listen Up Lil Bitch This Shit Once A Year Like A Birthdate

Get At Me Dog

DMX

Survival of the Illest: Live from 125 NYC

1998

but I'm not really chasing mine
I soak it all up like a sitting fly
'Cause nowadays getting by, nothing more than an occasional meal and getting high

When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack

spinning it back
Choppa load up its finna blast
If I have to pull up Maybach
FIFA we make it a match
Wherever I go I'm bringing my strap
That's my brodie for

a monster, go by Polt3rg3ist
Bringing ghosts alive with every verse I write
Trying to prove a point that I haven't been alive
I haunt with my music, people say

Want a front? You best go to the bank lil chump 
Go get a lone I ain’t ever had shit I did it on my own 
Ten toes down always riding for my bros 
But

Ok woah ok woah ok woah
Ok woah ok ok ok woah
Ok ok yeah

Yo lil bitch she pulled down my pants and I put it in her mouth and I nut in her face