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They been spreading lies about me tell 'em I don't give a fuck cause it's you I wanna fuck
Tryna get a few bucks with
I don't need a tape it's you
Nah, nah, nah, see you got to understand
Stepping is not just a dance it's a it's a culture
It it's the way we live
It's what we eat, think
it right
Another gangster then decided what to do with his life
Beef is not what these famous niggas do on the mic
Beef is what George Bush would do
It's like you don't even care, don't even care, no
I ain't gon' let this opportunity pass me by, pass me by, no
Cuz what am I gonna do when I die
up & link
Like what the others does
All they do is beat around the bush like they George W
Like they george W
Can tell by they smile, can tell by
'cause the bill been comped
The server know L, (like he so suburban and shit)
(He just been murdering shit like he take it too personal shit)
Word is
say
You're giving me the wild-eyed George Bailey heebie jeebies
Making me think that maybe
I've never been born
All you gotta do is look me in the eyes
bitches heard What's
Ya Phone # and thought y'all could fuck with
Me in the bedroom
(I like it, I like it, I like it
Do you like it)
This is just to tell
his head
"That's not risky that thought is dead, " he
Says "It's like, 'You know, I rhyme, too' "
Turning to me, Pharrell says
"I always call him
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat
The master of the microphone is here and he's black
Recitin poetry,
just tell a nigga if he scared of work
Then go church and
Use to try to heal the world
Then I realized that I’m one person
Niggas huggin' on police like
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
crimes
To continue to separate us, they continue to separate us
Black Lives Matter
Officer tell me why your stopping me for
I feel like being black is
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke
Faced-paced tone
Tag, you're it
Running from it
Make it so ripped
Speedy good thing
Like it's a click
Sitting in school
Pooja's cool
I know that
That is my flow
a big behind
I just want to touch your booty one time
Is it soft like it look, I'm curious George
Your booty put a smile on all the boys
Drop that
Spoken word, Blind King
Let me set the tone by saying we didn't ask to be here
You brought us here by force and yet you act like you don't want us
discuss
All twenties, talkin' area touch (whoa)
Still runnin' with the dogs like mush
'Cause the only ones we trust is us, an' hell yeah
We get it in,
Nigga See, It Got Release
Be 33 And Still Shoot Like Coby
I Took A Knowledge
Benson Wealth Is One The OG Hoes
Fuck Pussy Niggas And Buck
Don't Say Nothing
the news, check the views
Truth is misconstrued
On the Twitter talking bitter
Who gon’ trust in you
Word by my side, yeah
That’s my worldview
Looking
all
Where I got my start
Where they still love Jesus, by God
And know George Strait songs by heart, yeah
I like the working blue crowd
Kinda
Now where's my God damn trophy?
I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
'Cause the gangsta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it is
people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy?
I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
Cause the ganksta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it
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