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Icarus
Ironic he fell off, he had too much confidence
Compliment mirrors, he is incompetent
Think you look good, you must have no common sense
Starting

serious to see me bluffing

Pang
Must be the Kick-Off
Sprint thru a lap didn't feel my own legs and ended all that in a second

Never had to fill the tank

She gone hold my fourty
Stay by my side when we
Walking through the party
Treat a nigga good when we
Wake up in the morning
Grits bacon everything I

Street Life

Hostyle

Loyalty

2001

Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow

Wash my

me
Book another flight in Santorini
If u by my side don't ever leave me
Make me milly I said "it's a bet"
L3 and Riq board with a hit like the Mets
I

Street Life

Screwball

Loyalty

2001

Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow

Wash my

All My Shootin's Be Drive-Bys

MC Hawking

E = MC Hawking

to the L- to the -you-N-T

Then I get a call on my dope cell phone
Check the call ID - "What up homes"
Yo it's the Doom and his news ain't good

my beef bloody,
I cook it red, your future is as good as dead,
I'll shove my blade in, so you could fade out.
your trapped in a time that's played out,

Yeah
I present to you the Immaculate Reception
Brought to you by
Soy Is Real

Random Beats
This is the generation of miracles
Something kinda

up
So I can have a piece of your cherry

Lay down play love songs and I put my hands on your body
Dem soft lips and those curves Imma ride you like

down to screw
I keep her picture in my pocket to remind me when I roam
That you don't eat Taco bell with good tamales back at home
We made a stop to see

down to screw
I keep her picture in my pocket to remind me when I roam
That you don’t eat Taco bell with good tamales back at home
We made a stop to see

do it when we wanna get in
By any means necessary to
Impress their friends
Now you done sucked everyone up in my crew
And then spanned off suckin'

of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps

the track and shit
Just know, your dogs are little girls
Like it's Fullmetal Alchemist
Scorching all the firemen
Jumping into the ocean to see you drowning

was on the bus with a Discman in my hand, banging Biggie with a bottle of
Passion pop in the backpack, ciggies in my pockets
Penning raps thinking,

of hustle I ain't scared to put my hand in it
I made a killin off of kush in the pandemic
And a couple other moves that I can't mention
Straight up
SGB
P

I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run

between shifts, put it back in
My accountants backend
You're average and I mean it
I knock the cobwebs
Off the pussy
When you're sexually active
Get you all

24 hours I'm erect
Do not politely take a step into my business
Stay the fuck out of it
I don't want you coming to confess
I'm not enough out of it
Ill

put it back in
My accountants back &
You're average & I mean it!

I knock the cobwebs
Off that pussy
when you're sexually active
Get you all

Real thick sole, can you feel the rise
Guess i mean rose, push the pedals aside
Come over here girl, Yeah blow my mind
On our way down, How’s that for

Ghosty yo

Burstin' all of these hand-to hands
Cah my worker's gone off the rails (Hands on)
Told bro 'go shut the window'
Cah the breeze blowin'

didn't last
Good ones gotta get it bad for fuckin' with the Takerz clan
I get it, man
I put it in my solo cup, you can't call yourself cold if you stayin'