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you're playing it like you never did
Should try to get employed by what you dig
Ya' see, I just like all different kinds of music
Name a genre, I'm

you fuckin sing
Bitch i kicked up dust like i couldn’t even think
Now it’s 80 deep i be clutchin on my mink
See me moving to investors with the jesters

all
You're not coming back
From the grave
And I don't miss you anymore
I'm saved
'cause once I get this album made
Everything will fall into place

No

Well, here we are face to face
Waited for months but your plans got in the way
So I’m happy we can talk or at least just me
Cause I can tell by your

Fight! 
The world unites under one power - led by the U.S. and the U.N., one world government. Calvin wants to join the fight, and has to defy his father,

sleep
But you claim that you woken?
Sleep the cousin to death
Yo sleep I don’t miss you
Couldn’t trust the process
I had trust issues
Homies killed by

taillers (meltading)
Once we churn that butta (x4)

When its n sing or brook swane
When i rapp i rapp and mudafucka who'll say
No matter if i'm skiny or my

German Farmhouse

The Go-Betweens

The Friends of Rachel Worth

2000

empty chairs

There was a rumour pavarotti would sing there

To raise funds for a music school but then the

Whole thing vanished into thin air

how dat guh, don wayne!

[VERSE 1]

Yuh have a one strap me have one too!
Many backa dat, contract ones too!
Fi di killaz gunshots by cartons too!
Buss

I got my flowers by twenty one
I got, I got, I got
'Cause I got nothing but sober In my baggage
It's now more easier to manage what used to damage

Asaoff's on the beat you know the 808 is proper (Yah)
I make your shawty sing, yesterday she joined the gospel (And that's a fact)
Now she's banging my line,

love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque

shake a lil something
In others words, I'll drop a verse
Unrehearsed and yall drop a lil' money
Now I figure if I remain humble
Drop this album keep

me 
I keep on losing my mind and I I keep on fighting myself oh
No day dey go by wey I no dey tell you 
Say na you wey I love 
Make you no dey worry

generational swagger
That just been passed down to me
I done crossed all my Ts
I done paid all the fees
And I own this whole album
Yeah I paid off my lease

Look

a better album than blue face in two days

Did it by myself for so long I forgot how to ask for help
Need enough money to swim in Michael phelps
Y'all been

Everybody say iyo iyo iyo iyo iyo iyo

My album came out and sold like a pure water
Eh dem say Timaya na criminal
Eh dem say make I go sit down for gutter

I wrote and recorded this entire album by myself
Within 2 weeks on a 20 cent mic in my closet
With every malfunction you can think of to be honest

the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a album yearly
And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like daily
My knowledge is bond, so you

and Cody living that sweet life, Channel Orange singing 'bout sweet life
Sweet life. Sweet rides. Sweet times. Sweet, right?
Life goes by too fast, Jimmy

I'll beat your weak muffin 
Decease you easily 
I wanna tell you a story about when I was 8 
Used to get beat and battered by the kid's that was in my

Ice on the wrist drip down to my palm
They took my dreams, they took a stomp
I'm freaking out, how do I get calm?
All I got to do is sing along, sing

make another album
Get some features on it too
I recognize the snakes
So I'm careful who I choose
There's people everywhere
Still playin' with the noose

and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one