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I won't relent stay at ya neck
I ain't giving up Lord forgive me I know it's inconsistent
Frightened by my free verse
Adonis put rappers dreams in

the judge won't spare ya
Like Malcolm X, Mandela, Shae Gavera
Yeah my squad like Terror, aka a terror squad
Catch me sipping Remy Ma, in the back prison

like a Billy goat
Yeah I'm on the arc, I'm an animal
Headed to the top of the spot keep the Grammy though
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch the devil by

I'm in a farm and I'm smoking with cows
I'm waking up in the back of a bus like I'm Rosa
You gon' die by my hand, bitch I told ya
Turn my swag on like

my love 

Go from riding and dying,
Buy ya diamonds, 
Couldn't take em' off when you let him slide in?

Come on, 
Now I gotta put you in a song

Tell

only, it was gon' end on his verse
But he went in too hard, I had to, you know
Make it my song again
Shoutout Bailey Daniels

Motherfucker dope as fuck

outside, nigga
That's my song
Yeah, I might hit a nigga just like a bong
Well, I might hit your bitch like a gong
We chillin' by the food truck in the zone

Can't tell my ma how many times that she coulda lost her second child
I hate to think about it, I was actin wild
Need to say some more prayers dawg I

to my song
I hate to see that look in your eye
(I can) I hate to see that look in your eye
Bought her brand new heels so she can touch her toes
I can

ain't fighting shoot up you and ya
hoe, beat life then I'm back on parole yeah
I'ma loner my nigga they ain't gotta tell me already acknowledge this shit

What's Clef [Bonus Track]

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

Heh, heh!

If you need help, try, try again
Try again

Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your

pardon babe
I saw you walking by, and I just had to say hi
And see how you was doing on this beautiful day
Just let me introduce myself, I know it's rude

a trait I took from my father, we'll probly' never be close but I picked up on his vitality
I love my mother, but undercover
She got some skeletons and I

can't abuse her
I'm not shit, baby, I can't amuse ya
Being honest, I don't wanna lose ya
You so different, you been on some shit
Made a song first day

But dog what are you gaining by standing there complaining
Cause last year you were making songs about you're famous
This year you're sneaking drugs

you 'bout it, peep
Wait a minute for this nigga be crawling up out his sleep
What's tea? When I saw him, I was playin' it mean (uh-huh)
I met him out

Woody is a presenter 
And he does always figure out some funny jokes in the centre (continue)

Okay, and now I'ma show you one of his funny jokes (let's

If Pirus & Crips cll Got clong
They'd Probably Gun Me Down By The End Of This Song
Seem Like The Whole City Go cgainst Me
Every Time I'm In

hated by many and wanted by all
And none ya'll gon get me
The gang gon pull up and they'll steal yo bitch fosho
Fosho
You know how it is
Coming full blitz

the bushes you betta speak out or I'ma let
my shotgun song sing out

[Thug Queen]
Who is this? Hope this ain't the law
Jumped out the bushes with my sawed off

Let me see what you about
Ok, I'ma fly you out
Walk your pretty ass in my house
We ain't even gotta fuck on the first night
Baby we can live, yeah, I

consumed my conscious and
Dad and Ma want me pursuing degrees
But I promise that i'm not built for these colleges
I want it so I go and get it homie, ain't

me
Pull up & knock it down, like a Dominos delivery
You got shit right, Ima ride bout mine
Guy Sensei, an optimist with youth in his prime
Do ya head

Yeah, we finna set it off in this motherfucker, ya heard me?
I'm finna put you bitch ass niggas in the trash can with this one
I'm tired of all you