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of
Myself as someone who was below
The normal because I was
Always above average and I always
Knew deep down that
I'm the best my mindset is to
Always be

This place
Toxic waste
Hard to breathe with your creed at your waist
Bet you're bout that
Got a lot of keys to the tomb? 
Yeah I doubt that
Muster up

What side of the city, is my hustlers at
What side of the city, always stayed strapped
Who's got my back, Who's giving me the daps
Who? What?
Now

he knew then what it was son its timnaeat

Standin on my own thats by any means, feeling like left hand
Theirs nothing left to see, trials

Guess Who's Back

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

(Guess who's back?)

Drop the drums, here it comes
Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, REC on your deck, here

still wearing them boof-ass ones like it's 83
I only rap on beats I make cause that's just my creed
Several hundred dollars shoes on, that's your pay

At the Edge of Time

Blind Guardian

Beyond the Red Mirror [Mediabook]

2015

got clearer?

Now as my time's passing by
What am I waiting for?

Who'll grant me wings to fly?
And will I have another try?

'Cause I would not

a personal
Exile, but exile to come back and
Deliver my magnum opus of
A work, and to be outshined…to
Be beat by a girl, basically

This was necessary i think

it's cool my filters got delivered
Went outside the rony active
So I reconsidered
And people staring at each other
Like they Damian Lillard

Some of yall

declaration
Calling out from my desperation
To the only one who saw my debt and said He could pay it
Now I got my life orchestrated
By the only composer

I only feel alive when I'm smokin when I'm sippin
I'm alive but I ain't livin
All the haze got me trippin
Sittin down thinkin back on my position
I

even gotta flex
I ain't even gotta do a drive by flex no mo
I ain't even gotta rap
But I got the game on my back so it's on go
Heavy artillery, all that

know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior
Let me just taste you, we can fuck later
Sitting in the coupe, lookin' like a racer
Top peeled back like the skin

know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior
Let me just taste you, we can fuck later
Sitting in the coupe, lookin' like a racer
Top peeled back like the skin

want me cause I got the money, girl now who's the fool
I can't even go back, I can't even throw that
I just wanna make this music every day like Kodak

rocking my own fashion (how ya feeling?)
Fantastic, glare in my glasses smelling like Paul Sebastian (Is you single?)
Who’s asking? Cause I be dining

Get Back Right

Lecrae

Let the Trap Say Amen

2018

lost my cool, whoa Zay'
Bounce back, got dirt on my shoe, jump back right
When you got real power, you can't lose
I had to get back right
I had

How She Got Her Name

Boosie Badazz

Touch Down 2 Cause Hell

2015

Now she sexually transmitted, don't know who even did it
Now she pointing fingers, need to reverse that finger
Got her daddy feeling bad like he

That's exotics do you smell me
Got on creed cologne can you smell it
If he want em some bows imma mail em
If he from overseas imma sail em
Brought my

lies
And ion fuck with bitches 
Who got too much pride
Bitch I back up on my old shit
Please dont act surprise 
A nigga leveled up 
And you can see it in

don't want us 
There's the power of polarity

Or maybe they're just scared of me?

Feature free. Don't ask me!
Unless you part of the creed!
My religion

motherfuckin name? (Jigga) 
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh 
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right 
Who

in the gloss
He just shimmers can’t stand it
Stanley
Boy always sitting never standing
Always got a mean look
A parent who is glaring
Caring, Bout no

I'm like a mime who's exhausted
And locked in a box that
I made up, held hostage
By thoughts that are toxic
Block off the bleeding, let's get back