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Like mel stop living in past
Where the fuck has my life gone
Get away from me loneliness
Anxiety, Paranoia
So broke I need ownership
I.D. I've been

Yeah
I been tryna find the right words
Nah, fuck that, I been tryna find the right time where it's just me and her
To explain to you, just what I

Kiss me like you'll soon be gone
Imagine these folks
You've been listenin' to the sound of the Dualers
God bless one and all
Thank you so much for

the fuckin label that dropping..
On me cus it's peace's on rapper navels in my droppings...
What's popping other then good fathers...
U not a God bitch I'll

So I'll drop a few boulders on any one trynna bury me
Come and get it I got it
Get with a Winner and profit
What I plan to obtain can only be measured

This rapping is not a fling, so you won’t catch me questioning
My ability as a rapper as I capture my lyrics and take it step by step like a ladder
I'm

take
I need a villa by the sea for me to wake
But it's hard for me to eat when there ain't food on my plate
So
I gotta wake up and make this

He felt like he been hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart
Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by

Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust

2001

on the Richter scale
I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell
I don't just sell bricks, dog I got a bitch for sale
So let me find the nigga that

the one you (Oh yea)
Truuuust (I just want you to trust me baby)
Cause I know that niggas trifling baby
No more searching cause my heart has been decided

Preconditioned to accept the scraps
That we've been given
So we can make a decent meal
But a decent living
Is more elusive
The middle class
Growing

I...
I...

[Verse 2 - Mike]
Lemme begin by saying...
SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Let me begin by saying,
I don't think this man knew what he had in store,
He

friend if i lie
Do you forgive me if I put away my pride

What do you except from life, is it a fast ride
A big house or do you need a pay rise
Looking

like me succeed
Cus I get good grades and I don't have gold teeth
And I don't talk about the trap so all my raps obsolete
Like Matt Hardy I am here

want a bag

Monopoly money, it's coming in colors
Militia, militia, it's me and my brothers
Wherever I be, I'ma keep it 600
Whatever I do, I'ma get me

And I hate her guts, so
I'll be telling you she's nice on the bus home

We were bad but we're gonna be good
It didn't work like I thought it would

body
We two up
But the tris so god damn nasty I almost threw up
Bro just took a roxi go insane he finna boot up
A hundred mil cash in the future get yo

"Hey
How you doin'?
Folks been sayin' they see your mugshot on the news
Well, I'm not lookin' at that, you know
I had surgery
I got other thing

Chest tight
Fallen from grace
And I'm lying on the floor
Soon meeting God's rays
Late night
Phone call
Private numbers
Got them telling me
They hunting

through the shit I done dealt
Wish they told me they ain't want my help
I should've been walked the path, by myself
Welp, I guess I had to learn to propel

But can she do it by the ceiling fan
Do no wrong sorry niggas
I been on my own
Hardest nigga In my city
Dare a nigga try to prove me Wrong
With yo bitch

For all the dark thoughts that be runnin through my dome 
Ain't been happy in so long 
Depressed can hear it in my tone 
I talk to God everyday and he's

play this shit to a atheist
And now they a believer
Cause this that God flow
I never been a good deceiver
So haters get the finger
Forever my demeanor

Made in my bedroom so I call that homemade
Listen to me, all of this is a showcase
Back off of me ‘cause this here is my domain
All of you rapper rep