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trees everywhere I go
Plant a seed in this greenery blooming watch it grow, blooming now watch it grow
I'm in the sticks

I'm by my lonesome once again

What's
I hate that I love you
Supposed to mean

You get mad I'm not postin you
Act like I'm not next to you
Lucky that I'm not ghostin you
Yea I might get

comprehend what my purpose is
Beaten my nervousness, now I am certain it's dead
Sure will attest with the left of my chest
I'm aggressive when stressed
So I'm

Those words replay every day in my head

I'm not cleaning out my closet
I'm just putting things to rest
Cuz I can hear 'em all talking
But I'm putting it

rather be dead
Shawty I promise I'm done
I love you and that's why I'm making this song yeah
Me and bro smoking a bong
We gonn' get through this I know

I'm a mess
I'm a menace yeah
That's what they be sayin bout me fuck it I admit it yeah
They intimidated by the greatness I don't get it yeah
I ain't

had me hurting
But I'm not sorry cause it's better I'm deserving
The only thing I'm sorry for is Being the bigger person

Thought she was a mermaid but

the pussy like I'm in a sled
Rip it up beat it up till it shred
Grip on the sheets hoe not my dreads
I need a fat ass on a thot
I need a pussy tight like

The Hard Way

JT the Bigga Figga

Don't Stop Til We Major

1996

the set
With a pocketful of rocks ah man I regret
For not stayin in school, for just doin my work
Gettin chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk
So I'm

The Hard Way

JT the Bigga Figga

Don't Stop Til We Major [2006]

1996

the 
Shit back to the stolen car 
Drive and park by the house is not too far 
My gear was fat but still no money though 
Talked to my homey then got

Alot of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a farm picking cotton

neither do I stand corrected
For in the end I'm unaffected
By the underground

He found me some nowhere
Now my picture's on the desktop of a dead man
You

staying in these trenches with my choppas by my knees
I be praying to my dead bros save me
I been going out my mind lately
I been going out my mind lately

gave up
Then my spirit be dead
Something inside
Happened to click
By the grace of Allah
Mashallah
Nah
I'm not considered a vic'
This is Boston
We say

Blackout

DMX

Tribute to DMX

2005

puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us 
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us 
It started from hunger, 'til

Nickel and dime
Not this Time I'm out for
Dead president To represent
Me

I like the 40 or the 45 They all
Get live I'm naughty By nature
Moving keys Like

didn’t want you 
Doesn’t mean you’re not enough, no

I’m still going off
Reckless with my love 
So hot to the touch

I’m all alone, no not getting any

London Bridge

Yelawolf

Slumdon Bridge

2012

the dead
Sheriff in the yard, here comes the rest
I sat like a ghost, they all passed by
My girl cried baby this'll be my last bye
Baby in her arms
She

not dead
I'm more alive than I have ever been
I put my whole life up on these beats
So right now you can feel what it's like to be me
If only you could

They think I'm a creep, who entered as a sheep
Who's dead inside, and self-centered, not a lie
Who's all by my side, all I want is your time

I'm gonna

on top of your head
I promise I'm not even mad, it's funny
You're makin' me laugh
I'm the Cheatham coach of rap and
I got 'em sprintin' infinite laps
Today

specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'

13th Floor/Growing Old

OutKast

ATLiens [LP]

1996

specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'

You're so damn loud and
Can you get out of my head? I really don't wanna be dead
That's not what you said last night lying in bed
Yeah I was just talking,