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With my head high, fake smile
Getting by to make way for people I love
But it's gonna take awhile now

Oh I'm so cold I don't feel no more pain or sin

And second guessing if the love was real

This one is gon' hit your feel
So feel this come up like I was in the basement
With rap city into 106 apart
Telling

gon' fuck with me
Hoping they gon' show me the love I've been looking for
Wonder why you stay by my side for so long
Wondering if it was all fake
I was

Tell me something good
Chaka Khan
Chillin' in the hood every time Messiah drop a song
"He's too good for the streets"
No, you got it wrong
I'm only this

thought I was crazy
Or maybe I'm just going through my phases
And lately I'm thinking that they're all wrong
I just wanna chill and write you love songs
I

into what you're doing
And the same bitch I was using
He fell in love saw'd and mentioned her in music
Niggas will say it's just music
But why the fuck

the winter time
He said Son, I didn't mean to run, didn't mean to hide
He played me songs and I listened till the morning came
Then I saw my hands were

raining down on your city
And by the way, please take a shower, god you smell so shitty
Like fucking Medusa, we gon' turn yo ass to stone
Don't lie, you be

You ain't boutta do a damn thing
Nah boy you ain't boutta do shit
I'm from the city of eses and crips
I got a bitch that will swallow my kids
Give me

All the girls
Are coming by
I was always on
Spin the track the song
And the night is young
I'm an artisan
You should write it down
I just need

(Crank That) ft. Kid LarX & Solowar247 (Prod By. Kid LarX)

(Kid LarX Verse): This ain't no Soulja boy but we ain't cranking that bitch looking Megan

fun
Ask around the city we them niggas that's going up
DonDollas, GuiltyGil & Hundun
Wake up and poe drank live lavish and give thanks
To the lord my

From the bay,
I'm in Manhattan,
New York,
Get paid in the city,
Act shitty
All the time
Got a different type of view of the world
When you lookin'

these bitches by the gram
Auntie still got them yams, all we've seen was pots and pans
I swear to God before my nigga died he had a hunnid bands (a honey

HUMS LIKE c MOCKINGBIRD

She sees a woman dressed in Burberry
Captivated by her qualities
She walks into a posh boutique
Just like a mockingbird
She

Package on the way, how I know, cause I tracked it
Ridin' high behind tint, getting chewed by the baddest
Niggas, broke we really havin', turn semis

around the city by night
Last week lil' bro bought a knife
Now he thinks he a killer
Playing tough in the mirror
Play that, gonna lose your life
Cut in

Aided by our timing and placement
But ever since then I feel wasted
Jaded, our song now I don't play it
Faded
Dishing out love who gon' take it
Who gon'

VERSE 1:
ccross the canal, they come in droves
To fill their sails, and heal their souls
The city lights, they leave behind
Set aside their schedules

with AP I told him I'd be a star
She Love Records that's the label we gon start
Every song that we drop is gonna hit, no miss
We're taking off into

This that backpack, baggy jeans, smoking a gram of the sticky
My n**** I'm illy, made C. Jackson off of rapping, that's 50
In my city I'm the nicest,

Here we go again, another party, different friends
Got a street high in a pocket and a song stuck in my head
Drop my coat, that night we wrote

quit it
So pls do not fake it i'm shakin the city
Step in tht bitch man the niggas gon hear me
Press play if you love me ya didn't i knew you was fake

a little tease
Moves different on her feet than her knees
I'm just out here in the city tryna make it myself
Can you answer me this, do you love thyself
If