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Atlanta I'm vibin' in
I need back Uncle T, I pray to God don't let Joe Biden win
I'm on Courvoisier so anything I say don't take it real
She got surgery I

We used to cherish all the greatness
We used to love our creatives
We used to praise innovators
And get wowed by entertainers
We used to push

strippers to the reverend 
How do you measure a man, by his heart or his pockets 
I still go heart, I still take risks with $20 in my pocket. 
I told y'all

(You know, when they do major surgery
They cool the body down 'till it's almost dead
Why
I'm not sure, darling
I believe it forces the circulation

off
Around you
Everyone don't live by virtues
Tighten your circle
Its always the closest ones around Who really hurt you
And No more being naive

of the '90s please 
Back in Bishop's Waltham
Before you ever had a plan or a million fans on the 'gram
Have you told 'em?
'Bout Swanmore School and a Swan

And that was that
Never going back
Caught in a parking lot, late one August night
Four good ole boys with baseball bats, didn't think our love was right
If

in your twenties and thirties
Disappointed so many people that wanted to hurt me
You never played for the lakers
I'm tryna say that you wasn't worthy

stinkin' boy.
I'm talkin' one hit of this shit should be hittin' me quicker than shit from a Mason jar.
I think i'll take some more, i'm taking that back

shoot it (woah!)
Got it back, on us (on us)
Ain't too many that I really trust (I trust)
Taking off ima leave you in dust (in dust)
Uppercut, no need

Compton

Dr. Dre

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

honor
And the chapter that read at twenty-five I would live dormant at five in the morning
They raid your spot while Kendrick's performing
And if they

fairytales
Get off the stage I need 20k
I'm taking drugs just to medicate
Got my shooters with me we don't hesitate
I was just down bad on my last now
I got

Mafia Music [Music Video]

Rick Ross

#d3radio: Maybach Music Edition

Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams

goin' hard with the blocks
Twenty-five for the four ways, choppaz by the doorways

 And I'm the muh*** bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These

career was shorter than a running backs
Should've drove the caddy, but I'm driving boats
I ain't been impressed by my monthly quotes
It's crazy how y'all

wanna find out who it was
Bring him back here to explain why
He put drugs in the bowl
Then lock him up so he
Can't go around taking
More dumps in people's

up Sione
And we go back to the city
Go back to Gissie
Give to the kids who don't have nothing
They're taking their lives every day
Take their lives

on the block
I, had to get back on the line
For all of my niggas who ride
From 2011 to now
I'm in 2025
And my fit is looking nice
Skin is looking lovely

Young Godz

Shyheim

The Lost Generation

1996

twenty-five, nah don't think they'll kill us 

Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know 
The beat is sounding like Star Trek 
So yo,

wrecks and drive bys this world cold like an icebox 
Momma tahoe fits eight sat in the back with a side eye 
She did the best she could as though I feel I

a prison
You think you with it you isn't
Might learn some shit if you'd listen
I'm representing 20 20
With my vision i can see it an
I know i got what it

20 Pairs of the Loubs and they each real
All my thoughts hella loud like a beats pill
Seen a thief hit my phone up like we steal
I text back nigga try

dripping
Like a drive by murdering this beat then I'm dipping
Taking em back to these terrible times
Got them asking when then where and then why
Quad said

Runnin' it back, one more time for your ass
We up in this motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin
Get shit knocked out, it's sunny outside
Motherfucker