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gotta get our time back"
This generation's closest thing to Mike Jack
Drizzy taught me that you lose when you fight back
Bad chick, I ain't even trying

surrounded by you vegetables
You ain't in my level check the pedestal
Ya Settling on reaching to the top for a clean spot that's Rasheed Wallace
Need to feed

a problem, someone complained, too many bachelors been missing their planes
Back to their hometowns and their girlfriends are scared, Gatlin Elaine claims that

Love don't mean a thing
Just tryna get my own plane
Speak hot shit it's flames
That mainstream overplayed
She pulled up i'm glad she came
She made

gang banged
(Whoa, that went too far)
Sorry for the attitude but u know
I just can't help myself
When I'm hyperballin

Dropped a hunnid bandz when im

know my brain is fried
Coming at me weak fool
When you know that's ill advised
I'm stuck up with the Mob
Onlookers here for the ride
Moving mellow cause

Raised by my momma, yup
Play for Toronto son
Got game, so from the ladies
Get a lot of love
I aint tryna brag, I aint gassed
Nope, not at all, hot

skelter day by day
But I thank God say I dey 
Money no Dey 
But life e dey*2


Murcielago never go places that they go
Trinidad and Tobago niggas cooling

too hot
We was in the pits and we never forgot
Now I'm turned up and I'm melting the slush
I might burn out and it's making her blush
Ain't been a time

you too
Yeah it felt good
So what You know I'm still a south side nigga  Any how
Oh yeah I bet and that's it Aight I'm a get next to you
You know that

Infinite energy im always glowing 
Snakes in the grass well ima start mowing 
Jabs im throwing all these punchlines
Queue up for my food like its lunch time

up to my dream
It was important
It may of seemed impossible at the time
But I needed to shine
Obstacles that needed to be climbed
There was no doubt I

Ain't U da Masta

Masta Ace

SlaughtaHouse

1993

on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the breaka of umm dawn
Here I come with bones by the sack for
Spraypaint, I tage my f-ing name on your back, punk

(Ain't you

fire, but he not hot. Pull up lookin' like snake eyes
I could just hop on a track and then rap for a minute and people gon' say that I spaz on a beat

Who? Us lot
Same dons who were cranked in the bus stop
Seen a few fake things and it must stop
Hood's hottest and you know that my hood's hot
Shoulda

that 2013
Only thing that changed is my status in the scene
And the greatness of my team
#Maxedoutmob my family
Only God can make me stop but he been

yase Spruitview
And daddy Nolo yeah bro I see you too

Back when I had it covered this on my kasi shit
Back then ain't no publicist just a couple links

to it and I crack codes
Rarely send a riddim back

I ain’t always on my Jack Jones 
Same chilling by da Bat phone
Nat snaps da occasion 
D pulling for

R.I.P
Nobody even asked for you to be here, so do that
Nobody even knows your name, so get back
All eyes on me
I stare at the crowd I stare at the ceiling

foolish things
Just to make you happy, bitch
I didn't get the things that I wished
I was enchanted by the evil witch
Wishing for days, resting on the beach

You always mess with my mind 
You accept and then you decline 
I try to leave but I get stuck like glue 

I get most things that I put my mind too 
But

on my arms stand up at you
Unsettled by the earth, feel the beauty, see the false too
Deadpan living state, scooped up like a vacuum
Little things, notice

just a stick mans girl
People love this girl they go to walk with this girl

[Verse 2] 
Down with me runnin that new chick
Crashin' like a new whip for

need, I'll be right back
You deserve the finer things, and that's a fact
On one knee, with that thang, for the real real rap
You not too concerned about