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nearly killed me
To have to let you go
You fought to save our faith
Before your final blow
My heart was proud and sad
As I watched you both go
Beyond

You must think first
Before you move

Ready set go
I'm finna blow
Shoutout Yung Bans
Got that drip when I perform ay
Watch how I move just like

to look up your @
Fuck a hook, fuck a verse I'm speaking out instead
Now it's time to switch up on the rhyme scheme
Cz old heads don't like it when I repeat

Manhattan

Bobby Troup

The Distinctive Style of Bobby Troup

1955

fancy
On old Delancey Street, you know
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro

And tell me what street
Compares with Mott

Take it with a grain of salt
Guess there's a lot of those
When time shows 
Who's deserving of the best
It's me 
No suspense 
Let me put ya lil heart

pushin raw like Eddy
You can give me a update and tell me "wassup mayne"
Influxuate the paste till its cookie or cupcakes
Its so vivid straight up with no

Jesus Invented Crunk

Hostyle Gospel

Let Me at Em

My praise an instrument of war live by the sword, worship imbedded inside of my soul praising the Lord. Caz Satan is gone, victory is in me the remedy

tee's 
Getting dyed by these fucking fiends 
Some niggas can't handle things
Give it up like capital steez
Cause you know they can't handle me
Shit, they

Turn it up like Tucson
Turning up like too gone
Put it on my tombstone
That I got few songs

Smoking on that too strong
Tell me something new dog
You

me
Numbers by the treach
Players let it preach

You ain't trippin
You got hot line bling 
You get hella rings, just pick up for me

W-y-d r-n you know

There's something to know bout me
I live by the rule of three
Cos one is just luck and two ain't enough So tell me, you ready?

Imma turn it on

If I move

they passin me down
Scared of fame, already can't trust niggas
Already been rushed by like a bunch of niggas
I was knockin' niggas out after after-school

a second, ay just a smidgen of time
Cause I'm on the climb
Can't get rid of me this my vision
Finally, got no strings on me
And at first when you struggle

of the sad state of affairs
That's why I write the songs
To hide the despair
But how do we repair the world
When no one cares
They tell me to stay strong
Shit

of the game and now we made
They sat up in the stands and talk about how we played
Baddies in the bleachers, tell em blow a kiss for me
Swinging for the fences,

tell you no
I just don’t talk, that shit ain’t me
I swear to God that bitch can’t talk
‘Cause she was dogging right with me
Ouija cannot move my peace,

fuck let her put it in motion
She want a ring but the wrapper was golden
On the VV I'm floating away
Lock up my knees, she blow me away
Cannot believe

I live a hard life, smokin' weed helps me better
On the couch, Call of Duty, computer, I'm veteran
Play KD in 2K, yes, I'm playing a veteran
You

ain't)
I got what you need
Let me show it (show me)
If you with the mob
You gone hold it (hold it)
Don't act crazy when I go and blow it
Im just trying

pigs, little pigs

Let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin
Then I'll puff
And I'll puff

And I'll blow your house in
All work, no play,

before I do collect it
I ever tell you that your best friend a lesbian?
You never know when I be popping up but let me in
The fuckin numbers are cages
Some

before I do collect it
I ever tell you that your best friend a lesbian?
You never know when I be popping up but let me in
The fuckin numbers are cages
Some

London's Calling

Skrapz

London's Calling

to tell that I'm doing well
A wholesale, cook crack 'till my clothes smell
And if it all goes well by the end of the year
then I'm gone, I ain't going

U Thought It Was Over

Turk

Raw and Uncut

2003

Convinced the judge, that I'm not guilty
Plus it's rounding the next time, tell me if you feel me
If you don't feel that, you just green as grass
Or duck