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Playing for keeps nothing buddy buddy, not even close
Sound like nobody this God body, none come close
Trust me nobody
Facts they phony, so I don't

Rutherford B. Hayes smothered in the dope smoke
Folklore fools go hoping for a heroin
Smoke more fool's gold, get a grip, guess again
Sorta fine specimen,

online and shop for me
My shoes come in by packages
Hundreds I be stacking them
Broken bills I am blowing them
Nigga looking like money you might think my

Dive in the booth no deep end
I'm so wavy its make me seasick
I dropped a song now I get them all fiending
I don't like trusting people I don't need

girl
You been acting like we live in different fucking worlds
Tryna drown the pain, but it really hurts
Should have let you go, but I guess I never

my house never wanted a trade
Music my life
Thank God I can live it
You say it take time
Thank God I can give it
Don't get rewinds
I charge by

Hustle A+ but you still don't get a pass
Learn money come n go, so I had to make it last
God had to slow me down I was living too fast
Hustle shoes on had

It’s a new day
And I’m glad we made here
made it this far
Nothing to do now but just to keep going
You know
Take shit as it comes
Handle it
Yeah
Yo

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

god  took my path
And he flip it what a coincidence a Couple bad choices
But now learn To live with it ain't no more tryna
Stunt for hoes I gotta sit

sleep, I can never fully function
I'm lowkey every side, I'll never let them get some
I'll go be by myself and go and mess up the scene
2019, was 16,

one more day
My first experience with loss
Brought the first time I performed
I'll be missing you by Diddy
I was like seven years old
My grandfather,

right by the park, he hit him all in his spinal cord
She like, "QPac, why you don't love me?" I told shawty I ain't dyin' for her
Two double cups, I'm

WHERE THE SIMPLE-MINDED BUSHMAN GET A MEAL AND BED AND RUM
JUST BY RIDING ROUND REPORTING PHANTOM FLOCKS THAT NEVER COME;
WHERE THE SCALPER -- NEVER

cll I do
Is waste my time
Letting life
Pass me by
I wish I was a kid again
Not to relive life I just miss the childhood innocence
The older that I

guarantee they gon' be fried
I'm bangin' them 4's but I come from the west
They hate to see le upshit at his best
Fuck around and you get put to rest
If you

Everyday's a battle, but your smile shines through
In the chaos of our lives, you're my calm and my truth
You're the pillar I lean on, the strength I

black and white
Get it? Black and white?? Skip it, lemme get back to writing 
And by back to writing I don't mean writing songs, I mean writing wrongs

Hate It or Love It

The Singing Machine

Hip Hop/R&B, Vol. 1

2005

around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
For

cottage surrounded by a colorful, looked-after garden. 
The Old Gardener is sitting between the plants, speaking to them tenderly and respectfully.
Edward

boca, what I tell her when I cause a hit
Every time I get a new dread, you know I gon' love it, yeah

Every time I hit the road, I come back and I double

I playin mother fucka this shit isn't a game.
Live free or start slangin, stay home or die bangin,
get money or make payments. You wanna be made

But its not everyday that I get up so great
It's not everyday that I can get up right
I got night by my side but sometimes darkness tries
To overcloud

Toting them glocks , im not into that , get racks by Flipping a pack
Spin down yo block , Yo bitch she a rat , you trusting And loving a gnat
Get off my