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Remembering times when I was younger, and how I would wonder
If I'd ever amount to anything or be left asunder
Wishing someone could direct me
How many times do I have to mistreat you?
'Cause you leap out of my hand as I feed you
Maybe now you'll understand severity
I sum it up with offense no
and write ya blogs down
And listen to how she hittin’ menopause now
I’m going all out..lay the law down
I’ve conquered the end game
You a pawn in this chess
from eternity
And all that shit you kick just don't concern me
I separate the champs from the chumps
Ask a nigga blunt, "Yo, how many lumps you want?"
how she mourn
Then after we head to the mall she can shop
You swag from the bottom and straight to the top
Like Jerry I'm chased by the money like Tom
Standing by my brothers, kicking back-to-back like I'm Drake
How do you expect to run lad, when you don't take the time to go train
My boys got
Who is this I see sneaking up on me
Maybe its the man came here to change my plans
Conspiracies are really theories
Made up by a master of plans
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
show
In my eyes as I’m hearing these songs from In Rainbows
I didn’t know how to react
I’m just taken aback by the fact that she’d taken him back
She
the picture I'm painting
Long as I'm focused keep my mind sacred
Too many blind faces
And what I mean by that is these
People have no vision but they high rated
the trunk
The shit is sugar i'm the server
Ask them how many lumps?
I'm like Muggs and Cube when hе told him
Make it rough i'm like Bugsy
Except thе girl I
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
on the Phil'
So next time kid you wanna beef just chill
Before I break your ass up to bits
How many licks would it take
Check it out one two three
the mouth homeboy and you'll be missing taste
What a waste to everything existing up till now
So many claiming butter but just don't be knowing how
All of the choices that you've made
How many times must I pray
You'll stay
I know we'll make it out alright
I know we'll somehow make it by...
Running
All of the choices that you've made
How many times must I pray
You'll stay
I know we'll make it out alright
I know we'll somehow make it by...
Running
Grown up on lonesome rounds
And now I stand on wholesome grounds
And I don't have many men to go to
Still ready handy steady when I roll through
Cos
on the cover HYPE
You can count from left to right
How many writers are left and you be left thinking its not right
Just how many writers have been left stranded
Chapter One
I can feel the raw flesh rubbing
Against the inside of my heels
The blister just popped
Good! I hope I bleed all
Over these wretched
one, two, three, four
I oversee the world
You taught many of 'em, many dudes
I'm moldin' rappers and showed 'em how to eat
Chef, the senator
wild
Then I'm cockin' that thing
Cuz you know with every action there's a reaction
And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin'
How many
action there's a reaction
And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin'
How many times it have to happen, niggas talkin' like they generals
it's sly how I slay, she wanna start on a clean slate,
Too many shades of gray like cloudy weather in May,
I want em titles like my last name is May,
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