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Oh Yeah, let's bring it back with a little Ol' school Hip Hop, yeah
Now this is a true story about my drive to perform and my need to feel free
Have

Cruising dogs in that Monte Carlo
Cruising 12 pull up on the other side
Cruising I'm a continue to ride
Cruising go ahead let em drive by
Riding slow baby

That I'd love to break
Down by them tracks
We made a promise, made a pact
There are some things you just can't take back

The drive-in shut down
Shortly

at me
Cause I give a fuck fine
You'll never find someone like me
Got the style to awake the dead
Make fun of me I'm ahead
By miles
This close

three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche
A sole survivor
Learned to get high and pull drive-by's
Murder my foes, can't control my

clean
My team supreme
Stop living your life and start living your dream
My cancerous rhymes killing slow from within
Quick to leave you decease
From my

fields, all of that
When I was a lil kid, I used to drive a Cadillac
I had them smooth waves, got cut by Cory
My girl got lost, so her name was Dory
Up in

Handsome
And it’s Enhancing me

Struggle gives drive
To chase your dream
Don’t let waste 
We all go to sleep
Be Shepard 
In a world of sheep
Point out

from Saks because I’m Bougie

And My car drives itself I don't even have to park it

I don't like to talk I like to aim and hit the target

Tomorrow

I’ma start this and then I’m gonna end it
Carted away like it’s dead shit
You see the rabbit? Son, I’ll play it
I’ma have it for dinner
Even though I

I'm twenty-two and choosy
Now I drive to dead ends
Making conversation
with the voices of the dead
The voices of the dead
Is anyone out there
Someone

the smoke
That nigga be dead
Yo bitch wanna choke
Give me head

Hop in, my dawg, Blueface drive the bus
Performance in Church, I cannot cuss
They want me

Dead or alive
I'm a have to die for it 
Can't cry about shit 
Well, we'll just strive for it 
Look the devil is a lie 
Trying to lie about a motive

card is declined
I had an issue I wouldn't keep my heart on my mind
Full of hate I was only loving part of the time
Had to break up
Dead in my dreams I

Could really push through alone
But I decided to fled
I wanna touch every soul
At least before that I'm dead
I left Tri-Cities to go and chase my dreams

for your family

And so we're told
And so weird told
Let go of all you hold

Let go of all we know

We fan the fiend that drives our dreams
Into

take your wrist and slit, yuh
Got my glock, I'm running up 40, keep my whip and pistol showing
Keep your soul dead, I'm shocking by glory, now you bleed

slow
If this all was a game we'd be the pros
Back to back champs in a row
Our dream is old
But not quite dead
Lived off the line you got it kid
Gee wiz
I

know what i mean
I got real big goals and even bigger dreams
I can never stop Im hard working like a machine
Keep making money keep making money keep

and I need a fix of that purple rain
The type of shit that drives membranes insane
Oh yea I'm in the fast lane snorting candy yams
That free my body

the unlimited dream,
Yeah,
Black on red,
Drawings of dead,
Engine so loud its filling your dread,
Yeah,
Pedal to the medal and go,
Start up the show and let

F You Too

Fabolous

More Street Dreams, Pt. 2: The Mixtape

2003

a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through

I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag

Ghost Alive

Battlecross

War of Will

2013

Hidden to the naked eye
Poisoned by atrocities
Slow death seeps rotting out of the soil

An empty shell of his former self
A breathing corpse,

End up Alone

Nine Days

The Madding Crowd

2000

What I see is what's to be, 
Cartwheels to eternity. 
'Round and 'round my head she goes, 
In the good dreams though she wears no clothes 

Took