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getting paid
I’m getting up
I’m getting paid (Yea, yea)
Wake up
Get to it
This shit way more than the music
Gotta make sure my momma get through it
Gotta

no scan 
I just be smoking these grams
Gotta be focused on bands

Popping my shit not no tag
Stay in the mix in the back
Gotta reach deep in my bag

I

out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we

what the racks about
Played his violin in school yo momma know you trappin now
I hate to see her face on the day I moved away
Shoutout Tulsa told my

before when I would see the world through mortal eyes
I won't lie, I still cry
Blue on the regular: Mordecai
Don't deny, no surprise
This game is harsh

sniffin' that King and she
Mix it with Kong
Her clit got a ring, and my dick got a horn
This is what I call a risk and reward
We cutting it close, give

ain't been getting no help from above
So I gotta work on my own
But that ain't no problem I'm grown
Momma cried when she saw my broken heart
I know she

never say die never say die never say die die die

You could have me surrounded on all sides

You could hang my by my ankles light me up and let me fry

I

40 Ball in the whip crossing state lines
State line state line
Ride in that wraith or that demon when I race by
When I race by
I got Fendi on my ass

a reason to fear, my guerilla tactic

There's a lot one can do with a little bit of know-how
Like mix the right chemical compound to make a building blow

still gettin' money, mix the new with the old
Cut off all my bitches, they was startin' to get old to me
I'm making money four ways, like a clover leaf

on a case and keep on praying they close it
Promise ima have my momma sitting by the pool
30 Bitches in the kitchen just to make a cup of soup
So I'm always

Yeah, listen... look
Life Was never regular for us, at age one my unc had the feds kicking In doors
I don't remember, I just remember hearing

down


My momma told me, my momma sat down and cried
She said you're too young to have as many woman as you got
I looked at my mother dear, didn't even

Around My Way

Talib Kweli

The Beautiful Struggle

2004

Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
Around my way
Around my way
All

for regular people so stay in your lane and watch out for the speeders
Some crash and burn, but I'm watchin' my meter

Days go by
Round and around
Tears

rather keep my mouth shut long as my mind open
And tell these niggas never mind what I'm smoking
S-E-P just a mix of high potency and potent tree
Big

so glad
Hold me in by yo chest cause you is all i have
Return me to my sanity
Let you meet my family
Hold me down like gravity
Hope when you hear this

understand the shit
Shoutout to my momma
Yeah i’m thankful just have you
Shoutout Momma will
Took me in when you ain’t have to
Can’t forget bout jp mom and dad

broke and you hating you just getting by
Momma said keep it pushing don't wanna see her cry
You my bro and we locked them you don't got to lie
Every nigga

it's my time I'm spreading my wings and I'm flying away

Generous n given is how I remember but now it's just all for the taken
If you gotta do wrong by

hot
Back in the day I got kicked out the house
It's like my own momma ain't want me to pop
That's why I'm laughing my way to the top
Nothing to prove

Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your

slide 
But I didn’t end up going I got way to drunk to drive 
I doubled up my dose 
Mix the rona with the clear 
Where I’m from we call that shit a one