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Cube sittin' by the Doc, O'Shea
C-notes under the couch with the old face
Shit, I'm headin' to Puffy's house, a million dollars a plate (blah)
Comin'

see,
Rooftop parties on Sunday, that's the key.
Snap the pictures, make sure they're clear,
So future naysayers can't call my life mere.
Friday night

everything just stay by my side
Inside my deepest heart
You're still the reason that I fall apart

I don't care if you're still out there with whom
Last night

What more could i say? Well, i could talk about your flippin’ messed up face but that’s something u just gotta embrace by the way, i’m gonna come in

girl last night
I mix purple up with that
You mix purple up with that sprite hold up
I'm breakin bread with all my niggas
Figures, I ain't worried bout

And people that looking for the licks 
Just a sniff to get a fix 
I ain't looking for a fix 
I'm just looking for some hope 
Surrounded by feens and the dope

day you see his face just like a mascot
Trappin' out the Honda, no he never had a stash box
Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot
Every

always think too deep
I'm still drunk from last night, i'ma go back to sleep
I can never get my mind right, there's something wrong with me
Blinded by

whipping michelin plating white elegant I can smell a fed
Fetanol in the mix tryna kill the kids this might be your last trip on that trippy pen
Living fast

know bitches loyal to the bag (What?)
I know you'll be down
If I get down to my last (What?)
Real street nigga, got a lick for all of that
(Got a lick

Living on the Edge of life, 
I see it all, I see the rhythm of your heart 
Nothing ever changes. 
At night the moon will rise and through the day

swear its meant to be
But remember who you be
An animal
A freak
May I remind you of that one night who we went to go and see
Matter of fact
Her name would

We on number six, I think? Number five, I can't remember...Five

I can mix the Mary with the roses if you bout it uh
I just got another check. That's

away
The problem as I see it
I was messed up
On a tangent I was wrong
They mix them strong
And I was partial to the feeling
It's a terrible feast

Why have the last couple weeks moved by so fast
and I know that it's finally time
I've been feeling lost and never found
It's time to move on

My

All My Bitches Are Gone

Too Short

Get in Where You Fit In

1993

You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock
And every single five mile, bitches gettin' popped
Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat

Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by
Some had bets on the side that she

legend in between
That's where prayers made him hit his knees
See, he was born Cabrini-era back in '99
Old Chicago, Northside, where the news reportin'

called the wrist fairy (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, countless nights I should've died
That shit was too scary (yeah, yeah)
Mix the X up with the Wock'
My vision too

ass cut my last check

I'm taking Casa to da head
Youngin banging blue but when he mad he see red
The opps know they felt that pain cus they bled
Count

Every Tom, Dick and Harry has a go
But they mix like oil and water, they got no flow
I see them faking it, I can spot a pretender
Who fails to deliver,

2019 I decide to make music
I didn't have the balls to record but I grew it
Told both my siblings and mama
That we finna get to the top by the work

She's living extremely online
The titular star of her timeline
A social platform butterfly
A finsta 'count just standing by
With her stans so

my!
Lick my regrets
And then
Nothing

Heat and hate
Mix it again
Again!
Lipstick and dress
I hate
Put it again
Go and do it
All over so

Fill the glass