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who want to vibe with me
Run when they come it ain't hide and seek
They just fulfilling the prophecy
Bodies keep dropping and that's just the way that

Riding round with my niggas
Listening to bob dylan
Bitch Im in my building
Imma make five children
Yall don't know how I'm feeling
I just hope a smile heal

it helped my pockets (my pockets)
And my bro, take that Draco and go wildin' (blaow, blaow)
Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence

of change with the name over time
Man, I'm fried, what's the time
Don't be shy, let's go for a ride
Give it a shot, let's give it a try
Show me something,

rip shows
And your girlfriends, can I hit those?
I don't know if it's me, or do them Uggs
Got girl's feets lookin' like sheepskin rugs
Some rhyme with

stopping us
He ain't loyal to the dream then he ain't one of us
Only real ones in ma end and we all got it from the dust
Live by a few rules  loyalty is

was paved, it's the prophecy
Growing by the hour
Multiply the power
Yes the world is ours
Building tall as towers
Unify the people
Startin with

of a prophecy
It will be written in blood
This mundane elegy
This skin is only a bag of blood
A coffin for my soul
This life is a curse
That grabs you
By

the party starts
Looking ghetto avant garde
Came in with no bodyguards
Ouens say they wanna chill, they wanna lam and take a drive
To the forest be in in

No Supastar

Bunny Rugs

Next Millennium

1998

Our own brother be the one with the killer instinct
Just because I'm a so-called star

[Chorus]

Well, I just wanna be myself, I don't need nobody

the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin' 16 he was stuntin'
Al B Sure nigga with

the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by

done with my life
All these fuckboys pray to a god that lies
I'm makin' money
Gettin' paid while you tryna get by
Don't give a fuck 'bout you, bro'
You

I’ve got a cover you can judge by
When the book don’t rely
On what’s inside
We’re so different we’re starting to feel the same
We’re different walks

Friday
(I want my motherfucking check, nigga)
(You better quit playing with me) that's real 
(I swear to God, I'll come blow this bitch up) look
Don

inhale
Been in custody before, but never in jail
Baby, I love you like America
Don't talk to me fly
But I promise you if you do, bitch
I'll black ya eye

Groove to the Sound

Run-D.M.C.

Back from Hell

1990

tell
Which I say and play, day by day
When I groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay
So let's go now
Ya don't stop
You keep on and
Rock the house!

fears, uh
Mind's a dictionary always working to work
In what words would work with the words
That don't work with certain versions
I got words that could

tell me why)
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)

Uhh, uhh
Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky

and wrong
And share with me: do you owe that kid a song?
Or were you killed by the age-fifteen version
And the guilt that made age sixteen worse

I just want to be a better person
Or at least a better version
I'm tired of always flying off the
Hinges the minute things go bad
It's disturbing
I

I'm just a reiteration of people you've already loved
People that have come and gone, and I guess I'll just
I'll just have to be okay with knowing

Saw her just across the room, under a cloud of gloom
With a glass of wine in her left hand
Don’t know if it was first sight, but something inside
told

lyrical storm
I love my own company
So please leave me alone
Lectured by everyone
So I skipped uni don't ask kaun
Stitches of hope kept ripping
As I keep