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color of an Aztec
Madness approach, real slow at a the snail speed
Sloth, all hail greed
Sinbad, seen all seven seas
By all means, do what you got

killin' they hobby
Boy, you don't mean it if you
Ain't standin' over his body
They burning niggas like something going
Wrong with a thottie
Hoe niggas

knew that I’d never tell 
Even if it meant keeping secrets a while
I let you do your thing I never put you on trial
Yeah you were my boy, but you wasn’t

soul searchen and don't wanna be interrupted
But its not like I can look at the cop and tell him suck it
Fuck you mother fucker I'm not tryin to be

Runs so good I can feel it in my chest
I'm on a mountain but just below the Crest
That means I'm hot boy
What we doing next?
What's the move?
Time is

Ain't nobody that's stopping me
I mean I really just want all the properties
I got em lining up, fans are so over the fake
So I'm here just to give em

and
I don't know where he got em' from ·
He labeled me a thug—I screamed, "I WAS NOT!"—
Objection overruled—then he pulled out my mug-shot ·
showed

catch me floating in an alien ship
With an alien bitch
All these boys really fuck
They just sayin they hip
30 pop make em hop and it's spray at the hip

Yeah
I'm 23, but I still bring 'em to you
I flipped the sample out the drums then I give 'em the truth
The same me, motherfucker -- don't you get it

Calm Down Na

Mr. Serv-On

War Is Me, Pt. 1: Battle Decisions

2000

calm down na
If you see me in the parking lot runnin from stress
That means I'm trying to get something boo please hold your mess

If you see me in

the nuts
But tell me when I ever listen I'm still choosin' the fun
And I'll still do what I want
I just need you and a blunt
Laid back good vibes hella music

going in
You can tell by voice
Feel like I'm royalty
Two things that matter is money and loyalty
I got her singing like Jodeci
I tell my label to spoil me

known for flodgin talkin shit when you ain't by him
Ion do that back behind talkin nah jit that ain't it
Face to face not eye to eye you can tell we bout

Harm me with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em
OPP, how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have why'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O

it'd be me
Not talking about Arceus, I got my own mean
Staying Eevee, now say my name backwards
Try to fight me, I'll make you whimper and coward

the difference
Rhetoric of Math
A couple veterans'll tell you that
In fact they'd prolly tell you rap is crap
"But back in the days 
When I was younger doing

get in my range
But that petty lil bitch trynna fuck for a fee
When I wanna stuff up sum knots in my jeans
Like I swear ian trynna be mean
You Can't sit

The microphone doctor black Deepak Chopra
I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm
Every heavy dignitary, pay your me top regards
Boy, I'm three optics

the stratosphere
Do a flip!
You so pathetic
You need a medic
Can't get her own man to save her life, boy bet it
But me thinking that he's single
She said she "Dulce"

Easeee
Mommy like Go back and Get ya Degree

I was Mad because
I had No bread In my Jeans
I'm gon Make it Happen That's by Any Means
Kept me A Smile But it

catch me slipping
Tell them young boys do not play with me
Got them packs I just got me an eighty piece
Ship them in move them out girl like eight a week

to preach
Ricky Boy starting with verse yeah that's lit
Pick a tone
Juss a minutes on the lean
I'm in the Gotit and Durk with a lil
I play with flows coz you

Just a little closer to the fire, let 'em feel the flame
Man, I was running away, shit, I was turning the page
I mean, look at what hate did
Made me

at it again
(Again) like, what do you mean? (What?)
None of them boy they're bad
JJ got chinged in his back, and Z1
I don't run when I swang my rambz
JV