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Wick, when with a pencil, no one can stop me
For you to even harm me you gon' need an army
You know I don't play, boy, so call me Carti
'Cuz me rapping is

a Scorpio
You know what I can't do
I ain't finna play with you
I'll have you screaming

Girl you be fiending
But don't get too comfortable
You making a scene

Close my eyes I hear the audio play
Goosebumps are spark notes
My body's braille
Reality's one grip away

Diluted days
Reusing roles
Untied from what

kids at the park cause they can come outside and play, cause it ain’t no victims being corrupted by the system they get paid to fry our brains 



CHORUS

short so what you wanna do
Fightin' depression every day that's what I'm goin through
I ain't gon' play with the soul or my family either
If they try

blessed

Diggy Ustle I aint got much to say to them
The gyal know me good they know I don't play with them
North weezie style I give them the whole ting

Every single time you call, I stop what I'm doing and straight get involved

, I never play about my feelings, I make An appearance and fuck it, They all

Stacking up my bread, I be flyer than a pigeon

Run into the bag, need it fast, not slow
Hoe, play with me so I'll let the bitch go
Crawl into the bag, give

And any nigga with more I'ma pass, he play we on his ass
Gripped that pipe, lil' back, can't never lie

Last thing he saw was flash
He sold God, I do not

cause he never stopped
With the beat boxing 
With plays on words, he
Does it like it's nothin cause he doesn't fumble with his hustle, he's just humble

find a way
Yeah I'm in the game, but this not the time to play
If y'all niggas really want it, I'll serve it on a tray
What, more I gotta say, what, more

Concerto of Desperado

Vitamin String Quartet

The String Quartet Tribute to The Roots

2004

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro
My poetry is set like a U.F.O.
The maestro, the lyricist concerto
My physical play the role

the ambition
Still I play by the rules
At least for the moment
Weekly calls, figures be reported
Daily meeting my opponents
Dead behind the desk
I'm Average

a struggle to find some sense of order
In this chaos, so I just sit back
And play Nas
Bob my head, close my eyes
To the rhythm, rolling papers
Getting down up

close to my chest
Till it's time to play em
How you gon front on the kid
Like he ain't the man
I never can fold up in a jams
They tried to make us a deal

new bitch wanna press me I cant lay round
And I was taught that if the run up gone and lay em down
It too mcuh money out here nigga I cant play around

compete
I speak the facts and I play for keeps
My people Peep every word that I speak
From the streets where the concrete meets
In a hood where hustlers

a place to come lay if it ever get ugly
Nigga play wit you bae he gone die if I up it
How you crash bout a bitch that ain't yours you a dummy
You be all in

ambiente arisco...
 Querem ver o campeão perder, cair, não querem ver a medalha na cintura, no ringue, eu esquivei essa parábola, filme mátrix, varios play

And I got my own high points I got my own lows
Fix everything that's broken
That's not my job I cannot play god
'Cause I am not your savior
No no
I am not

Do these feelings talk to you,
Draining passion from my veins?
We’ve lost all sense of play.
We’re just strangers passing by.
Bye.


We was doin

kinda hard)
Call your bluff
(Call it)
Play your ass get stomped
(His ass get stomped)
I'm just tryna do it big like I'm Puff
(Like I'm Diddy)
You'll think

talkin' they shit 'til I noticed then scattered
My pinky ring finna land me on saturn
My homies play with a stick like its Madden
Whenever you

Tweakin', We

lists (Woo)
Still standing nowhere near my big dreams
Now work hard play hard be my mood swing (Woo)
Sipping on purp got us flexing
Haters gon' say these