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It's Luh Shotta E 
I ain't paying for nun doe 
(Run off run up oouh run up oouh run up oouh run up oouh oouh oouh yeah!)

I'm pleading not guilty

imma curve you
No I don't mean to hurt you
The virtue is something that we could all work thru
Don't judge by the cover but watch how the judge you
They

on the way
They already know, so we ain't gotta say
Take a call from my lawyer, endorsement deals on the line
I just might by another 'Bach if my accountant

Tray flow en fuego
Its T. Lee spittin' and I'm down with the Queen

[Queen Pen]
Radio play just really advances my chances 
With big time niggas

bodycam
I’ll kill a cop then put it on Instagram
See how many likes I get
See if the algorithm populate that
America said "pull yourself up by yo bootstrap"

I got this life to fix
Threw it all out in a ditch
Broken down when I was sick
Gotta build it back up brick by brick
I got this life to fix

remember trapping with my uncle louis 

Nigga shit was crazy never brazy

Ten toes on the road now we cruise in a Mercedes 

Yeah met alot of snakes

Told J if he fuck with my daughter Imma slaughta
I'll be out by the gates at the pen grippin'my shotta
See the difference between you and Me is
I

the betterment of people
I looked up to the projects
Yeah, that's some ironic shit
Girl, I was raised in the Bay by my mom
And shit, I did alright in school

Yeah it done come alive
Times I just be tired
Trynna see my life
Through fathers eyes
I swear to God
I want the life of who
Done took my uncle life
I

out all them places

I was feelin' dry and I said I think
We ought to stop and get ourselves a drink
And o' Jim said yeah
'Cause we got time to kill
We

Tierra we got another one yeah

Open space wasted time
No rest till I die kid
Wasted too much time kid
Now I gotta fly kid
Fly kid via Spanish Harlem

Chiefer's
90 degrees, we still got heaters
I got Franklins, like Aretha
Bitches Cole, just like Keyshia (just like Keyshia)
Taking yo cheese, like Uncle Sam
I

Hi, my name is Marcus and I'm a popaholic 

(Pop, pop, pop music) 
Alright 
(Pop, pop, pop music) 
Yeah 
(Pop, pop, pop music) 
C'mon (pop, pop, pop

1, 2, 3, to the 4 
Romey McFly in the 9 5 1, though
You can feel me if I drive by once 
And they can shade me, but I'm slighted by none, hoe
Yeah

entertainers we let it change us
And yet we sayin the same shit so socially brainless
Someone explain this and if you can't then I will
Yeah we hurt cause we

Helped me write this song, now

See, I was born into a world
Of food stamps and welfare
No dollar for the ice cream
Man and nappy hair raised by a single

As the Rain

L-Burna

Thug By Nature [Clean]

2001

yearly
Yeah you rest in peace Carrie, Wally, Easy, Terry and Vu,
Baby Boy, Uncle Charles, Biggie and 2pac remember I'm with you
Got shit to do so you

out
Spit it our clean
A momma's boy without a momma
Got my bloodline, Ariana
None of my favs ever get plays on the radio 
So I don't care I can drop

The Way I Remember It

Trent Willmon

Broken In

2008

Radio givin' severe weather warnings
You don''t choose fate, fate chooses you

I got to your house as the black skies opened
We were all alone,

(Verse 1: you-God)
Yeah
Tired of all this shit god
Channel you want to come out?
Niggas betta respect this shit
I see, I see the same ol' rap

bread Winner
Right after that hopped
In my freaking Beamer men
Shorty by my side
Know we Going out for dinner
Yeah She kissing on my neck
Say she want

no poster
I ain't trippin', I do the sentence , I do time by all my brothers
I ain't missin', got percsion, either the glizzy of the cutter
We can't

Everyone's got their own demons & motives
Ain't nothing new cuz I've seen it, I've known it
You attract what you put out
Also influenced by what you put in, so