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the world.

[YF]
Lifes a struggle, everyday is a daily hustle
I get this money on my own man fuck a huddle
its like my lifes fucked up man fuck the struggles

that pussy up every night last night
We ain't got shit nothing
Throwing it on the back I tek and l ice that storm that oh you gone clap ass
And my boys

Impatient about blowing up
Tell the gang, remain calm and take'n over
Every day is just another one
Closer to the final days
You gotta stay paid
And make move

and ask somebody who's
Really running our city
Who matters yeah and who really doesn't
What a pity grow with me
Pull your socks up, take a stroll with me

scrapes get scrapped by a plane
Or threats get made
By the other side of the world or right up the street
The only red or blue we fighting for is hanging in

Fence Post

Aaron Watson

The Underdog

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you know that old record man
Showed up one night at this honky tonking bar
After my

for peace of mind
Not Jesus-pieces dug up by kids up in a mine

This that come up music
Our flows is stupid
Our visions lucid
I lucidly dream

Suddenly I heard someone say
"Hey what's up babe, what it feel like"
I said I'm feeling allright, what do you ask me for
"Cause I want your money, and I want

Darkness creeping through the side door, sneaking up under the blindfold
Light a candle and dance all the fear away
Shit is scary but least we got here today

and the price might be your life (Nat-20)

Shrieking bawls of the Thralls rising up with night fall 
Light the pitch black dark up with a bright fireball
Making

That is the distance that lays waste
But we gotta do our jobs, like Samu up in the corp
Remember the time when Mr. Hussain left his slippers by the cops

that's trying to down it
Take a look at yourself your surrounded
How you go face to face with a human, like both of our hearts is just pounding
Looking

the one's who is hating me
I got em running cause they all afraid of me
I'm never losing hoe
What are you proving tho?
Talking down to me, then it is your

he home
Despite my efforts
Is really taking a toll
Only you alone
Can make better
Normalcy don't exist
When a missing piece out of place
B told me be

Yeah it's Money
F is for friends who do stuff
Every day I spend  with you is better and better
U stands for you and me baby
Your feet must be hurting

How else are my songs gonna make the rotation?
Won't give up my spot I ain't losing my placement
I know that this game is just all about patience
This

got Fuck You money, I got cake bitch
Cake cake cake
Make you disappear
Burn you at the stake, witch!
Oh! You wanna roll up to the Hippo
P-P-P-Peppermint

like players buckets
We in bondage so I'm breaking these layers craters up buckets
Honor your mom and daddy and daddies don't tempt your children

should be making more hits than me (You can't)
If you spend all your time writing like me 
Only thing you'd end up with is misery (You will)
Like, man, you

Yeah, yeah, finding your, uh

Bankroll Christopher Wallace
Make a killing in this bitch, is you ready to die?
Made man with the mafia, I move with

I'm like a mime who's exhausted
And locked in a box that
I made up, held hostage
By thoughts that are toxic
Block off the bleeding, let's get back

spells up with the magic
With teeth as sharp as cleavers, shit Jurassic
With demons I make deals, deliver classics
My bars as real as steel, you bitches

a red light 
I'm from the one where we just about get by 
Unless you make a prophet while they get high 
I'm gunna make a change but it's gunna tek time

fashion
Yeah I'm a hot boy, like equator
She ain't want me now she begging me to save her
I'm in love with money yeah I'm really getting paper
Rest in peace