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Hello what's goin' on
What are you doing?
(Holy shit, I'm so in love with you)
Nun', shit, recording
Oh you got someone pregnant?
Did I get someone

them
Or is you
With us

I dont know

Blunts n questions
I try to figure out
But keeps me stressing 

Blunts and questions 
Smoking mad weed
Just to keep

for y’all
This a toast to them" "Rest in Peace"

Here's a toast to the dead
If you don't drink, smoke to the head
For the freedom fighters killed by

She only wanna fuck cause my music keep her singin'
Can't never show no love in this world cause it's dangerous
So baby come and ride with me
You can be

Hard Times

Z-Ro

My Favorite Mixtape

2009

healing
To the head with lead, is the only thing I'ma be drilling
My nigga this hard times, and the way that it look
I don't think that it's gonna get

not no scrub
You tryna come and chill with me, lil' ho, I'ma need a dub
Tryna fuck with me, lil' baby, is you in love
Don't make me catch a DV case,

still sleepin on this
Im tryna reach my potential
I said fuck a blue check cuz im real life influential
It dont get any easier when you gettin dough
You

Hard Times

Lil C

H-Town Chronic, Vol. 18

2016

healing
To the head with lead, is the only thing I'ma be drilling
My nigga this hard times, and the way that it look
I don't think that it's gonna get

Know how to swing
Fuck your auto tune Bitch
I don’t know how to sing
But I shine bright nigga
Brighter than your bling did

They been asking where I been

want my house on the beach
So I can build me a moat
Fuck a lawn i'd rather by an alligator and float
I'm gonna lesson myself
Exposing all of my demons

empire, no realtor rap
I probably got a billion raps, uh
I'm bout to pass a bill to rap, uh
If I don't get signed with Cole by Hov I'll ghostwrite and make

it blow like a buckshot
Watch how I do it when I sag thru
I was raised by hustlaz gettin busy like I had to
Young nigga self made
Paid off the dribble

player
Was K.D. LeBron James with the rock, boy
Was Pauly D, wasn't playing with the shots, boy
I took the keys now I got it on lock
Don't get caught

and ask Devoni who she love (real talk)
Come to your cookout and shoot it up
You don't gotta lookout we doin' us
I know why they bitin', my flow is nuts
I

Fuck it
I think I'm infinite
Speaking on things I thought I knew
Gave you the credit mentioned it
Imma sellout or just a fool
Working for the richest

Fuck what you telling me fuck what you selling me
Life is a bitch! Jam dick in her belly
Me and the money happily married
Come in between us It's finna

of wickedness
Sinful
I’m telling you she is my villainess

No small talk
Straight to the point
Fuck the climate
We don’t talk it because we type it
Tell me, do

always come in wit da pack but don't shit talk
I been tryna fuck it up and down on my diphthongs
How niggas out here sweating ain't been rapping for shit

stand the heat
Then get the fuck up out the kitchen
And don't be testing waters
That wasn't yours to begin with
Wanna get specific
Blood and bones be

is a wheel
Well I'll 4 by 4 drive Michelin tyre them
Nah you don’t want it
With that Westwood Ghetts
Stoney on my head top, MCs ganging up
Spin 'em all

As they don't have a sweet tooth and memories are confection
Protection from the big world is all we need
So when we leave school we've no clue for

These n*ggas living fake lives like f*ck the media
If you ain't talkin bout no pape then you can't be with us
Leaving all these n*ggas in the past tell em

judges
They send us to the slaughter
Like fuck penance
You get a life sentence
Full stop, that's the of us
Roll up the movie credits
Add it I am the writer

man, A.R., I trust
And my man's a gunsmith, he go by Toys R Us
And this shit too strong, bro, this boy need cut
I'm God's son with a plan, I don't know