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stay all in your lane
I'll do it all again
I'll do it all again
GG NO RE
No cap, lets get it

No you didn’t it's not believing and seeing so
Clearly it looks these days what’s vision without you
Empty what doubt do without you knowing nothing

Well how do you do, young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while neath the warm summer sun
I've been

the community
There’s no fooling me
I can see the enemy
What he do to me
It’s nothing new to me
But I understand that I’m just fooling me
I understand that I will

phone it's nothin'

Get off me  
Don't touch me 
Bitch U G L Y 
Ugly
Need a mint or somethin'
Like real live disgustin'
Bands come by the dozen
You

She hit my line
I'm like bae whats the move
You can come by at nine
Well do what you want to

That bitch say she gon ride
But i know that's not true

brings it's rebel band
And forces of the crown
They try to bring them down
But the flowers will bloom again
And the people, they will rise again
And then

did it then i did that shit again uh
What if it all worked out in the end uh
What if i had my brothers savings in a band uh
What if i paid the whole

just a little more
Do it, do it, do it again
Cause I know you just like the back of my hand
Like the bottom of a whiskey mason jar
Or when I press

And loss is hurt
But loneliness is loss
Without rebirth

If you don't wanna love
You'll be sad and lonely
But if you do love
You'll be sad from loss
But it's

faces spit in at sit ins
We have marched miles of this land
Only to every other year have to turn around and do it all again
Tell me
How can a people

your knees

They call me by a pseudonym
A name of fear and dread
They call me Wreck-It
Reggie and I'll do you all to death
Don't mince my words
Can't

bands off the flip
Buy the buildings that we ran through as kids
I wish that every day
That I could roll it up by the zip
Now a nigga got pounds where

it again
Big Bandz that's my friend
I ain't talking bout no motherfuckin' clocks
I'm talkin' bout Benjis
In my muthafuckin sock

When I got ice drip,

Stuck

Limp Bizkit

Three Dollar Bill Y'All

1997

bad seed
Planted on this Earth motivated by greed

You wanna play that game bitch?
You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy,

Work

Twista

Beach House EP

2014

throw these bands
You gon' make it clap with no hands
On a hand stand, goddamn
You gon' get this work girl
Oh oh oh (You gon' get this work girl)
I'mma

just got a tac' (oh)
I did it again, man, I just got a pack, yeah (yeah)
Shorty, look in her eyes and she off a molly (MDMA)
Ten bands for the fit,

Cash in hand
I pulled up with bands
Stunt like Jackie Chan
No advance. Blew a hunned grand
Touched no pots and pans
Who the man? run it back again

ultimatums
Since our rebirth, got multiple feelings, I won't complicate em
Not used to da calm, our past altercations was always cajun
Your reality stunted by

to the miniature train cars, they even built a bridge designed by the Golden Gate architect guy

I have a lot of affection for that place and its people
Maybe we

A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored

Juice
Juice juice
Juice juice
I got the juice

You can get it by the oz (Yeah)
You can get it if its big and round
(Righ)
All you gotta do is get it up

I see you over there like what it do?
You can ride in my coup cuz they'll always be room
Sun shining bright by the pool 
Now we actin' like fools

friends on friends
Seems like there's no ends
And, I just want the bands
Hit it once, can't fuck again
Brands, I just want expensive brands
Gucci, Prada