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poor they tell me that i got the passion but dammit I’m Feeling like i need a little bit more
I’m touching her down till i score 
I’m working until i

die young
Thought my life's done
Now I rise up
Yeah my mind was steady going through a crisis
You aight, bruh?
You aight, bruh?
Sort of, a little bit

I’m on the brink of disaster 
When I grow up I’ll be 
An angry little whore 
I’ll give you all the finger 
I’ll sell you all what for 
The liger  in my

cookin up
Little bit of hope that could keep yo eyes lookin up
When he come back get taken out or get tooken up
I stay fishin' wit that good news bait time

was just off mutual interest
Never got shit off luck
I had to work and chase the chicken
Finger licking
While I count this money adding up the digits

to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be

Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump

BOUNCING TO MY BEATS LIKE A DRUMMER

I NEED ME A GETAWAY
BAHAMAS OR GOLD COAST
RARI OR THE VOLVO?
I CAN’T HAVE IT ALL THO

I JUST WANT A LITTLE STACK
JUST

no luck
Starting battles, was losing them, but to be honest, I don't give a fuck
Cut off the fakes that couldn't keep it a buck
Bitch I'm the goat, all

Good ONE, this 1NE good ONE, this 1NE
Dodo, dah
I just poured the lean up by the litre, ok
I spilled the tea and bought some new machine
I fucked

makes the ladies wanna twerk a bit
So come out and join the posse we're gonna meet in the lobby
If you wanna come and party I'll snag a little Bacardi

time, I lost confidence
Polarized by my self conflict
Holy ties I feel start to slip
Sober eyes till I feel like shit
Where procrastination take over some

Hollywood bitches invasive (uh)

With the what and the where and the how the fuck
Til I brick wall bitches so they outta luck
And I don't really be

And you drive me crazy (Huh?)

'Soul? I never knew he's on wit' that rap'
Ay, man I spit bits, carry sticks til' my back ache (What?)
And her back break

been a bit but who's finished
If you cross my crews limits nigga you finished
So who's wit it
Finna kill you with a few writtens
So good riddance these

that I spit
Every time I take a hit, in my dreams you're still the shit, you haven't changed one bit
There was more light in a single strand of your

compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking

sick
Just a little bit under the weather
And the weather couldn't get no better

Yeah, there's nothing like a day in the 90's
When the radio's hot

tongue what you say
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little tongue what you say
She's in Control of me
Because I'm blind
By

up just a little bit
Uh, I'm my own therapist I just diagnosed myself with sobriety gotta take another hit
Gotta take some other shit
Take a couple

toe
Going strong at every show
My music gonna live tru generation
People gonna know me as true passion
Maybe a little bit of pure fashion
It's just part

if you give it some time
Cause you know I'm just starting and you see that they're fine
Looks like I have a little bit of time left
Then I'm gonna give

I've taken drugs I wonder like fuck, shit, will I die? 
I've taken way too many drugs I can't function but still I fly
Why am I stuck all by myself while

grapefruit juice, orange juice, cranberry juice, and a glass of ice, know what I’m saying? Hey whats up Jasmine.
Yea, looking good.
Check it, it’s a little bit

Return of the Funky Man

Lord Finesse

Return of the Funky Man

1991

You want to riff, I'll be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you can't get with this
Come one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater,