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griffin
Leave that shit behind like bitch where finish
Gone off on designer inside like some cesium
Boy I don’t go to school and the reason upcoming
I don’t

asf 
Ya you cant ride with gang if you aint lit enough 
Ya gear match my bike when im stepping out 
Ya she cant ride the bike if she gone run her mouth

All by myself
I don't need no
Nobody else
I'm stuck in my comfort
I don't need no
Nobody help
Nikkas asking for a walk through
A walk through that

not knowing so you cowards must be dream mates
So where you going trying to plot against me now watch me turn into ah demon if ya not my enemy you

niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'

A common mistake is thinking we ain’t bout what we say 
Then finding out we about it by seeing black lines and white bones on an X-ray 
A get it broke jaws

moved on to a new bitch and your new bitch is ugly and old
And I don't give a fuck and yeah my heart is black and cold
Ima do what I want nigga not what

Makin' Records

Maestro Fresh-Wes

Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!

1998

INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money?
[Mac] Yo what's up? Chill
[Maestro]

black
Never gotta, attack, when I keep it on going
It's that grime shit, when I
Spit it off the top, when I slime shit
It's hella crazy
The beat's hella

by day, don't need them in print cos I know they're facts
Couldn't catch you all summer like a tan in England or an on-time flight
Speaking of flights,

a pit stop
I'm still in the race
I'm gonna do what it takes
Wax museum
I'm surrounded by fakes
Younger me was great
Present me might not have what it

It's sickening they get at yo chest for a vixen 
Do go rub it in 
My career it was made off of going in 
Starter no subbin in 
& he tell you direct ain't

the finish line,
On the bright side with the light side,
By the fire site,
Through the dark night,
Take flight on my bike,
It's an R6,
We are well equipped,

I work wit no sleep
My effort ain't cheap
I'm the black sheep
I work for my keep
I follow no trend
I get dividends
Can't you just tell I cannot bend

Room 27

Dana Williams

Dear Annie

2018

like the club twenty seven different drugs
I be going back to black stairway up to heaven bruh
Twenty seven
Twenty seven
Twenty seven
Twenty seven

of the pack
And I'm never going back
Like Minho with the strap
Stamina to the max
Fade back to black
And relax I got the game hog tied
And the fame on its back

traffic? Ok bet. Shoot the teeth out his mouth, gone need a new set.

We a long way from if so the question is when, don’t think too long got a bag on your

going to find a way to hate on what I’m about to say but i stopped caring a long time ago

I’m getting older now, I gotta be a role model 
Feeling lucky

this void
It's all just the same
It's all just the same

It's all just the same black
Outside of this space craft
Only clocks that can tell you a day's

the lies you caught
Many sheeples move like bots
Programmed by too many lies they bought
Came with eight bullets now on the forth
Eyes on God He calls

mode
Test mode
I'm about to go in test mode

[Verse 1--Choppa]

6:30 in the morning
My alarm clock going off
If I got a hard on then I gotta make it soft

The more we learn going through it
Sadly most if not all humans would rather do the undoing 
And not pursue the improvement 
You get when you end up losing

they going live
Now they all making a splash by taking a dive
I'm pressing toward the mark with eyes on the prize
No little red riding hood we know

Farthing elation exacerbating your hatred
Aching to break the plaster surrounding the inner Daedalus
Watching all of your children get cremated by the rays