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bleed through a war that remains unwon
Two faced, and forgotten Just a song that remains unsung
Smile to your face talk shit behind your back
Keep pushing
Yeah ooh go ahead ooh go ahead young nigga Talk my shit talk my shit talk my shit
Talk my shit yeah yeah
Hippopotamus phlebotomist I stay autonomous
what's
Up I'm actin little
Blunts of that ray got my eyes all little
You know how I get down
Middle finger up and that
Pittsburgh shit down
Yeah, it's
Don't got no time for that phony shit
You can't justify what you said
Shit It is what it is
Facts
Road to riches my destiny
Fatherhood mean a lot to me
right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty
I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home)
She can be 18 (18)
Dear Mama
If some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write
another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some
the forms of the human race
First time I saw you it was all a mess
Took a second look, to make sure that you blessed
Driven by the profits and the silhouettes
pape
Running up bands till it's late
It's late
You know that I got to get paid
Get paid
Same thing ain't shit changed
Shit changed
Money and the power
in the day
I'm sure they got a really firm talk with dad
To hide that shit with a hood in a bag
We got some terrorists overseas
What about the ones
get shot
By a boy with a gun with the rights of a cop
Fix the police
That shit's gotta stop
Your partner fucks up, make the handcuffs lock
Grow some
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
glow like a star
Shawty move on me like a pornstar
Can't let em talk they don't go hard
The mixture I'm taking is way realer than y'all
Shit got me dumb
burn, but I do find out
They was with a group
Headed to Spadina
Our talks overheard
By some passerbys
And, they say they speak Spanish
Lend they help, so
ain't nothing worth kicking like a sucka MC
And any other rappers ever talk about me
I don't stop rapping, that's all they can say
And how I dog
city on my torso nigga
I don't even gotta speak or
Further talk my nigga
It's just a throwaway verse that
I tossed you niggas
If it's ever a problem, we tackle it
Switch on the chopper, that bitch get to rattlin'
Really hate 'em, gon' shoot up the candlelit
Lil' mama thick,
on to? talk all the shit you want, that's alright i play for the same twenty kids every fucking night cuz everyone else will come and go what we're about
of havin' my trust fund, baby
Gotta suck something, baby
What's up, baby?
What that talk 'bout? Run that tongue for me, baby
Yeah, give me some head for
You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that wanna know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon)
This is ten percent luck
Twenty
way back
Hundred and twenty, I gave that
Put my hands together and pray that
I get a cheque for the payback, payback
Payback
This shit, it sound like
thoughts
It's holding me from my boss shit
(My good sir, october cooked that beat)
Twenty minutes go to four hours
I fell in love with a boss bitch
Fishing
effect
With Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach
I told you that talkin' wasn't shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
It ain't shit to me,
bittersweet
Yeah, money talks, broke niggas talk louder (yeah)
That's why they face so sour (yeah)
Ain't shit sweet, ask Suga Free (ayy, Suga Free)
Still
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