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the Ke, DMG, yes!
Let's kick this anthem shit.

Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
All of my niggas Ridaz
Small time grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether it's heron

by their own hand 
Their own will
All because they cant provide 
The all mighty 
Dollar dollar bill,yall
Everywhere i go
Everywhere i see
C.R.E.A.M

vision
When niggas who ain't ready to die get shot for livin
Stepped out the building another day, my time was tickin
But had to make a U turn, damn

get close she tryna cool off by necklace
Card game killer, play what I was dealt with
Had to stop saving niggas had to learn how to be selfish
Boss

X-nay on the s-kay
All that bullshit you can miss me
I grind like the X-games
X-games
...Yea

Any Many Mini Mo
Dog, I'm a lion I might,
Catch a tiger by

This is my Alma Mater
Family is all that matters
Dawg I just had a daughter
I'm on a different status
Aint got no time for no practice
I made my

B. Inspired

Bugzy Malone

B. Inspired

2018

no parties, car games on the Atari
Motown and Bob Marley
Sad times and heartache
I would run away and I'd would tell myself I would get rich one day

As I journeyed to some avail
Failed by the pitiful propulsion along the rail
Debris sickened air, or that tell-tale sign of a tail
(An impending anxiety

the time
Need that Nizmo Skyline GT-R from 1989
Cool shit
Odis in here with that slimy new drip
D I Y until I die working on the blueprint
Shoot Your Shot

For as true as I remain, I can feel a change
For as old as I've become, I'm still playing games
Never broke a bone but I can hit the stage and break

see that ass
Look like a lick tryna hit I gotta blast
She from the bottom got bikinis and paddies
She wet like a sponge I'm the bob she call me daddy

was all just fun and games
Until the evening of Friday December the 8th

The mood in the air was that of happiness
Time for the Secret Santa gift

Make way for the nitty, gritty, bitty titty filler
City after city time and crime rap dealer
I don't play football, I'm not a playmaker
My only way

the flow and the wit in alignment
Stay out of my lane like a siren is blaring and lights are flashing behind you
I rhyme with a purpose, in time it will

offline
Ho spento il mio cuore per te adesso è un stand-by
Stando con te mi sono causato solamente guai
Ora con chi fotte la stronza? Passata dalla fortuna

disarray
Echos ringing in my brain
Same thang, every 3 am
Cold game, can’t sleep
Fuck it, let’s paint this pain away
Bob Ross how I turn my L’s
Into some

Do it by any means
Diven in the ocean so deep
All the time that we wasted
On a lot things we don't need
Evil taking the lead
Il y a beaucoup de choses

And now I'm critically acclaimed by the clinically insane
Y'all can have rap back when I'm done finished with the game
But the ball's in my court and I

packing well we packing too
Ain't Bob the Builder but still got them tools
Niggas be thinkin they real as shit 'til they realize they just boo boo the fool

no game,
I ain't no Atari
Baby, she ride on my dick like a Harley
She gon' Bob on my dick like I'm Marley

I been running from my problems, I been

Yeah, I'm holding on my imperfections, turning on my vocals
Six PM in Austin Texas and I'm smoking on a benji that's a moon fun launch
On moonchild

Yeah I'm holding on my imperfections
Turning on my vocals
Six PM in Austin Texas and I'm smoking on a Benji that's moon far large moonchild
Not

blasted.
Used to rap filler now i cut the fats it
Had now its just lean meaty lyrics thats it

Bitch I go in this shit is not a game
You try and copy my flow

the scene
Every time I gotta wreck it
Ima get gold one day on a record
I got told that I got one second
Cones get punched like a game that’s tekken
Aye
Cunts