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put down by toxic comments
Logging off my Instagram for my own health
Niggas always looking sus when I do this cause they can't do shit
Shey the crown

First things first
Ok
Yeah yeah
Everywhere that I go another alias
To the core Carolinian
Flows in all areas activity
Activated by me in every city

Everyday work bitch don’t tell me, you not getting know work ya
N***gs can’t stand me you know what I mean ,They are coming for the crown,
I am on the crown

I'm 'bout to drop from the Battle Bus
Already hiding in bushes
Just look where I found him
My entire team is cracking up
You should know that my wins

I Been lost in my ways
Life is just hittin with brand new fades
And my path has been paved
By my mother and father who block my way
I've always been

Top of the morning top of the morning
It's about that time
I go by the name of Rhapso man if you ain't heard of a nigga
Just tell me how Fred

seen a fridge with ice maker
Drilled in me since birth Christ the price payer
I praise Him sun up until my night prayer
Covered in His blood that's

of bounds

Compare me to him, he don't put up my numbers, bitch
Make me mad, and you're added to the hit list
Gotta bring you pow, pow, pow, and I'll add you

Pimp Without a Caddy

Tone-Loc

Cool Hand Loc

1991

because I went and made a record
It's that petty thought that got him all smoked out
By a brother named Tone who was loc'ed out
I nutted up and I'm known

hit the him
They wanna crown me as a king, well then I live up to the hype
I'm pulling bitches like I'm Jordan , dunking bitches like I'm Mike
I only do

as hell, leave him sour
Like, some fuckin' sugar
Shots pluck his nose, I ain't lookin' for no fuckin' boogers
That lil' bitch a prostitute, so my swag could

a muthafuckin
Pac-10 Heard the paparazzi, the fans gon' attack
Him All you say he tough, nigga made by the tap

Dance I'm retiring, I don't need no ratchet
Just

Yeah, Heaven's splitting open now,
Do you know Who's coming down?
If you don't know Him by His name,
He wore a thorn crown,
Devil really gotta go

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by

Look, look
When the dust settles, I'll be here, right
They said they're comin' for my crown
Where are they now? You're the future?
Sorry, I must not

see wit they optics
They optical allusions
Don't confuse dudes wit him
Uh, it's obvious they used to win
Used to bein' in that G deuce deuce like him

walking
Got em ona leash
Pussy got em dazed up
Got them on they knees
All these niggas begging
Got them saying please
Don’t mean to treesh them out
But

don't hide just can't be found when ya' tryna get him
And when ya ain't tryin to get him, like why ya ain't tryna get him
Where the love where the fans

mans
I don't really give a fuck I send a toast to you and him
I ain't finna take my shot I know its bouncing of the rim
I ain't never let em talk unless

take some chances like I roll the dice yeah
Wear the crown, if I said it, I won't say it twice yeah
Run up the numbers the money is getting real thick

talk, a nigga way past that (huh?)
I ain't tryna hear G-O-D, you better bag back
Caught him at the KFC by Hurley, he got cracked at
Niggas makin'

don't wanna live or die
I don't wanna live or die
I don't wanna live or die
I don't wanna live or die by the gun
I ain't gotta be scared but, I ain't

it down Oh, oh, touch the crown
Oh, oh, she gettin' down Hold up, she gettin' down
Give a fuck if lil' baby been around Yes, sir, ski
Pull up to your

don't even ask me
Born to grind opportunity doesn't pass me
Shout out to the haters better stay up in your lane
None of these rappers now are getting past