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tough, this pack imma have to move it
Worked too hard to get played by a bunch of losers
All these apologies ya'll gon' have it prove it
Teach 'em all

Givenchy, oh
Booted off of perkies when I'm divin' in her
Buss down Cuban link
It make it feel like winter
When it's time to murder, I get sentimental
Uh, I'm

covered up the bands
Send me to the wetlands
Parasite ridden rodent
Where is all the fans
When the glass bends
Pull it out and use the edge to cut me open

Its Swaggy from the Brad I get that bag like I snatch purses
Spit it off the top straight out the pot boy I got crack verses 
Black mask and black

I got the matching socks God gave me the winning ticket you could never scratch it off haters and the doubters all around us we just laugh it off cus

or, step inside it
I guide you and be your pilot to the land, I'm the man like Moses
Watch out for the thorns cause it all ain't roses
I hope you get

Where Fugees At?

Wyclef Jean

The Carnival/The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book

2005

mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still

for the loser's baby, you can get through
Don't be fooled by the jewels on your page
A feed full of stunting?
Yea I see it everyday
You've come way too

nigga let's get it (Well Okay)
I'm back to that street bully shit is you wit it (Yeah)
I'm back to black so it's light out for you bitches (Yeah Yeah)

insecurities is torn your pretty world, torn your pretty world apart

By hook or by crook
You did everything it took
To get him all riled up, he's mesmerized
By

to be

kid free they are by themselves
it’s the parents time to play
and all the stress 
of motherhood seems so far away

as she’s ‘bout to fall asleep

Right Now

Mase

Dream Chasers, Vol. 3

2014

Nigga you don't live by the thug code
It's levels to this shit it's metals in this shit
And several niggas get introduced to the snub nose
Stomp niggas

the bitch taking my time with it
Man shut the fuck up
I get praise from my fans like Buddha
I spit like shoota, lil boy you a loser
Can't put on a show they

the settings
I ain't wanna get it at first, but now I get it
My momma passed for ten years I couldn't shake it
I'm a black hole 'cause of these choices I been

make a lot of money off of so-called junk
And they don't give a fuck
If it's too much cut
Nah man they would crawl through the mud
Just to get a little

still gon'
Tryna get that money all the time
Put my board down but I'm still on the grind
Bands on his head there's a lot on my mind
Matte Black
But we

roulette 
Never knew what they’d get 

What a fucked up wasted youth 
What a fucked up wasted youth 
I was bleeding black and blue 
I was bleeding black

that
Pussy for you if you got that
Shit that she looking for, cash flow
I get that shit by the racks now
Couple racks now i feel like GHOSTEMANE
No one

hardly bear
Now what you gonna do to get my body right
Keep it coming cause I'm hungry all day and night
No shame in my game, I know just what I want
Gone

Martin Luther, upgrade computer

Beauty is beauty, whether it's black or white
Yellow or green baby, you know what I mean
What if Picasso only used one

Finally Begin

Cold War Kids

Mine Is Yours

first
I've got a black belt in doubt
I get claustrophobic
All these open doors around
Still the pros are the hardest to ignore

I've never felt this

the imposters and I
Chewed through all the pizzas
I blacked out with a black card and
I maxed out all the Visas, ugh
Accreditation so prestigious
Just walk across

Young black boy
They just wanna see you fall
Locked up 
Killed dead
It's nothin at all
But the grind don't stop 
I gotta get it all
I gotta get it all

Death's Invitation

Ghostface Killah

Adrian Younge Presents Twelve Reasons to Die II

off from somewhere else
I'm ready to get involved with the revolving [?] warehouse all by myself
I dive underground finding rounds
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