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motherfucking masc era
Mascara on my face anyway turn the bass up
Hoes big mad cuz they daddy on my Facebook
Pop out all suburban took a foreign out the six (yuh)

country is too quiet
The kids we are losing should be recognized
By the planet
(Loudly)
I would even go as far as to say
That their sacrifice has earned

I remember hitting the bus stop
My nigga said yo, peep this shit
It was shook ones
That's when I realized
I wanted to rap
Made it through high school

brains to work as hard
As your sweat
Pause
For a second
Something else is playing on myspace
Full of videos
Get used to seeing my face
Off
Like phone, car

better
You can keep everything that
You just mentioned
But when I win this battle
Leave that microphone at my feet
And begin your descension
I'm not like

at culture clash, but
I didn't think it was my chance to be on
And I didn't make another off track, but
I did make garage a lot
I thought that was enough
You

to day
Cut by the tether that I hold, look in the eye Hole, run back with my ball, trip and then I fall

How the fuck he do it
Is it confidence,

to live, then I'm a live, that's how the story goes

Chef Gordan with the sauce
I just want to be a boss
Nappii head in my stereo
DiCaprio
They acting
I'm

jammed, gotta switch to the K
Nigga ran when we parked need a new spray date
Know I chief like a dork, take that bitch to the face
He deserve all them

Silly Puddy

Zion I

Mind over Matter

2000

A chapter is what you're after 

[Hook] 
Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need 
Grouch: To help them trace my tracks 
Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I

I'm back in my zone
I'm good by myself so leave me alone
No all in my face, when I'm at events
Sending me texts, all on my phone
If shawty is thick, I

I body this I body that I bring the heat
I got you sweating cause my energy on fleek
In my pocket flow smooth a couple leaks
Then I did some

FDB [Remix]

Young Dro

FDB

broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem

Wait! Fuck that bitch

change
Pussy, and I say it to your face
When I twisted up the hair
Made you wanna get the braids
Then you opened up in Gainesville
They booed you off thе

track is rated M my g
That's for melinated.
 No hoe in them No holding em
Rap is the new podium
My main focus is economics
I Build a nation study Marcus

faker and they say that they made you
I be chasing chases with an 1/8 of Snake Juice

Treat yo'self before you end up dead
Be Yourself or you gon end up

with queso
Pico de gallo that ass could go viral
Salsa got a lot of ass, turned on by the way you dance
Passenger puke bag, barf a little jet lagged

you state your case
When I display my emotions
You say “I’m throwing it in your face!”
You say, “Don’t bring up the past, Brent, cause you always got

tense
I'm hittin her back on the top of the mattress
Lil shawty an actress
Her face is a 10 and her booty immaculate
But that doesn't matter
As long

Huh? Huh?
Oh yeah
Jay Ruck (Ace Bankz on The Track)
Bitch I’m getting money (Bitch I’m getting money)
I done ran that bag up now i can’t stop running

A basket of flowers
That brings back these hours
Then I will smile and believe

The tracks of the train
Lay rusting in the rain
Of a teardrop that never will

on my plate
T bone on a plane I raise stakes
Getting closer to god to say grace
Y'all use the gram to save face
These grams I'm numb faced
You think you

I know you heard that slob shit
if you slob throw it up
I heard my nigga from Hillside Entertainment say,
"Fuck that shit. BK all day every day" haha

bet you wanna be here, for real (Yeah, for real)
With the top down so you know who riding that thang
With my head up so you can look me right in my face