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Still kicking it on the corner, call a boy Mason Mount
I got skills like Kevin De Bruyne
So the boy there wanna take me out
And this girl still want me

imported from the Mason-Dixon Line
Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe
Slap em paralyze, analyze the lies
Kinetic, my word is all I have,

Goattlife what up dooley
Its dooley
What up lil gmo
Big gmo
Yeah GGG shit 3G
Cant hang with non of yall
Most of yall really rat
Might have to smoke

streets 
I ....chose .....to ......relax .....
Fell in Love smoking Weed 
Had me some dreams flying high
She fell in Love wit a G 
Shit aint Around nomore

the mason jar is clean 
Racing cars on speed, erasing bars 
’Til I break archetypes, sike I’m breaking knees
Throwing tantrums, slashing every atom

since a jit
When G scooped me in the big ass whip
Wendell cookin' up in the basement, hits
Lunch table beats to producer tips
Lugo be smackin' that shit

San Francisco Knights

People Under the Stairs

The Next Step

1999

Creed Taylor
The G for international ladies like a sailor
Like a sailor I get drunk and bust flows to the beat
Like my man J, I feel the Agony in

they won't speak they won't even face me
I kept it all G inside like a mason
I'm what they despise, despicable me
I lead and they follow so fall all

cause your girl I’ma explore

You’ll catch us in Schwitz
Boy I’m a cracker I’m cheesin like Ritz

Yeah all the rhymin taking the whits
Pull up on G

N-E-G-U-S am a monster, Amun. 

[Chorus]

This is for the Christian man, this is for the Muslim, the Buddist man, 
This is for Nilot man, this is for

Hundred to count, fuck wit me now
My weed is in a bag, ripe fruit in a mason jar
Your music is a drag like we are racing cars
I barely have to brag if you

vodka
9-1, Smith et Wesson
(ouais) , le gun à Nicky Larson (ouais)
Là où ça handicape les keufs à vie
Comme Perry Mason
Y a pas d'pays des rêves, akhy,

Take boy down gonna ride gonna spy
Got a little later two step router
Mason Mount my newest shooter
Ride or try keep up with a man
Octavia sparks my eye

my homeboys puffin' O.G. smoke!
We got the money, still don't do prerolls!
Yeah, y'all don't know what the fuck I been through
The stuff I been doin'

that kitty like me Jason
In the spot with a G like a Free Mason
Fuck a white girl and pray for a free nation
Fuck a white girl so good she can't be

growin' a mad ting (bang)
We got UK cheap and eighths for the low
Three-five go five for the damn ting
I paid three G's for the hand ting (ha)
Can your

They see the way we be cashin'
Mason Margiela so nasty
They know what I keep on my feet
G-Fazos, don't even ask me
Just met a bitch and she sackin'

Yeah
I be smoking all the opps like, yeah, okay
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
That's a what? yeah

I be smoking all the opps like Blacks
But this

they ain't playing they part, they don't know how they lost me
But lets keep it a G
Like, who really fucking with me
I'm Mikeybands from the six and I'm

hace nada me fui al infinito y más allá okay estoy puesta para mi historia
Dj p p suelta ese beat beat conecta el mic mic enrola ese g g amazing click

wrapped in some Mason Margiela (Woo)
Two icy chains on top of my sweater
This is success from my latest endeavors
I knock 'em around, I guess they're not

in Mason, uh
Martin Margiela
On the tape we're screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous
We got a banquet for the broads, they got a table for

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

A Complete Introduction to Sugar Hill Records

2010

on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man

Microphone fiend, it's the return of the God, peace God
(Ah! Ah!) And ain't nobody fresher, I'm in Mason
Martin Margiela,
On the tape we're screamin' fuck