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Interlude

Terrace Martin

Here, My Dear

2011

to pick on the scholars
I been too concerned with gettin' dollars
I been too concerned with all this Gucci, all these Robin's
I been too concerned with

I Don't Hang

Soopafly

Thin Line Between Love and Hate

1996

no mo
Your shit's gettin' old,  forget tha past
Don't let tha past pave a way to tha world
Occupied by MCs that I slay
Affect tha first when I

Slow Loud And Bangin
And you'll be in the dust

It's a known fact I
Got a mouthpiece contaminated
Niggas hate it knowing they can't fade it
Innovated by

and I'm still fat
now I'm pushin a pretty ass fat caddy
I ain't livin lavvy shit
I had to hustle to stack this mil
every car that I rolled out
triple deal

out the grass fasho
I done gave niggas my all and
They still asked for mo'
You ain't never shoot no gun
Fuck you cappin fo'
You still ain't get back for

Battle Hymn

Planetary

God of the Serengeti

2012

murked, they would love to see me die
Acid tripping vision, everything look hi-defy
Drugs, money, liquor, only things that get me by

I got a lot

moto jangrova (NATIVE)
Epo moto jangrova 

Let their complications, don dey listen my music
They know my MO, na me be chosen
Skepin' and Moses, upon

Artist: Sycosis
Album: Find Me When You Wake Up
Song: No Secrets (SDF)
Credit: Written by Erik Roberts, Produced by Shayar
Recorded: Pots & Pan

a Krispy Kreme, so clean, whippin' up crack, got the glaze
I got some pain in my heart and I swear to God, you could tell by my face
Yeah, niggas hate me

And I'ma keep gettin' money til
I reside in the grave
I'm the truth I only lied in the case
But the judge still sent me
Inside of the cage
Where I stabbed

money, I cut off my bitches
Your nigga a lame, he still tryna fit in
I'm in a two-seater with Squin
You can't get in they like, "Suave
What ho you 'bout

I'm known to wear
Surrounded by ice like a polar bear
Had a hundred bags before I
Seen Drizzy grow a beard
Maintain relevance over years
I can tell you

My Buddy

The Luniz

Caught Up [Clean]

1998

on the mic
Blastin', askin' no questions, 
when they catch you in a gunfight
Kaboom!

We still mash as a team
As we mash for our dreams
Actin' hood

Big Dreams

Jim Crow

Crow's Nest

1999

Chorus x2
Big dreams make big stars
Don't forget who you are
Although I live for today

[Mr. Mo]
I ain't ???? I'm ????
???? bed dream
On the camera

score. We move it by the thousand it’s like 6 to go. Come loud me up again D bring 160 mo 
I Could really right a movie bout this We live you put a lot

a medal, don't need you to meddle
The pedal to metal I'm shaming the devil
A vessel waiting to be filled by the Father
Still as the water, cannot be bothered

touched
Then I hit him with a Mean uppercut
Now he stuck

I can't get enough
Gimmie me some mo
It's like I'm feenin or somethin
Leave me alone
I'm all in my

a plugs
Who got prices thats cheaper then rent and its
Pack
So tell me what is love
When you get double crossed by the bitch that
You wit
And yo niggas knew

Something that I love to know
I'm not someone that you wanna know

Got me screaming on the phone, so you can hear me better
Mo money, no money doesn't make it

the plan was the beach sand, way longer than the weekend. Got dreams you believe in, Get money, no doubt, no leaving. Cops swore I was the plug, pull me over

Alienated feels about right
Ever been in crowded space
And get captured by bright eyes
Try to get the connect and
Every step feels like a hitchhike
Move

why?
I used to adore her, 'posed to be my slime
Baby, baby you so cold, how could you leave me behind?
But fuck it I been running up the money tryna

been busy just handling biz
Growing up man I'm just Tryna get big
Tryna show I'm a man not a kid
They surprised by the things that I did
I've been doing

need no heart
Cold as a thug
That's what I'm meant to be
I bet you thought I needed you
You say I'm incomplete
But bitch this money sweet
I stack