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the hood, she did not have a reaction (skrrt)
With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like, "Fuck those cops!"
Goddamn, it
"Where you been, wh-where you
Where you been"
By the time the 5 pull up, e'ry
(bitch) look up million records sold
(nigga) still sellin cook up
Pusha, you
reeking of C.R.E.A.M
The gold bottle, drinking gold bottles, gun on my hip
I'm not a role model, bullets in the air, I'll make your soul follow
I win
Black Royalty man, Death Valley man
C'mon man, nah mean, it's all year
I'm on some '08 shit man
(This that feel good, right here)
Calico M110 a hundred
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
and it's kinda smaller
Now the key to me is smaller than a crooked lawyer
c pun in process
c major court case
I'm seizing top tens
Despite the cold air
My
broken-hearted
Every day they beat me to a pulp and then retarded
"What's the cost in him? It's just his autism"
10-year-old me threw up his fists and the point
[Intro]
Uh-huh
Yeah
Let’s work
[Chorus: Apollo West & Era] x2
(A) Knew I’d be here I’m psychic
You not the one stop the hype shit (Ohh)
(E) No
and Plumlee
I came out a machine, '99, caught a glimpse
It was New Year's Eve
They were listening to Prince
What's my name?
Andrew Jackson, andrew Jackson
She ain't a playa but she got me crazy
Thinkin’ bout her 7 years straightly
I wish I could’ve find time machine so I can turn back the time
Fixin’
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hip pop, they tap dance to sell a mil
While real emcees with skills don't got a deal
It's industry conspiracy to make us savage
beat
Cuz if I wasn't rapping I was probably sleeping
10 years on my belt I can hardly believe it
10 bodies on her belt man I can hardly believe it
Lil
Really I'm 16 for 16 on this album no debate
Made my debut the best album I could make
I got set back for 2 years I wasn't planning on no wait
So
sold some albums, yeah congrats
The game in trouble, I must rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero! Sometimes
I feel the same way like the folks involved with
and all what it look like
So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life
CHORUS (2x)
I see these niggas and days go and come
And fo me
You'll never go platinum unless on ya album
You got some true poets
I wrote this when I was a little drunk and a little too focused
Hocus pocus
Hardly
by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
Type essential, due to this trife life we livin'
My cypher, e-lite snipers in the mountains
The Bridge under pressure for mad years and countin'
Hear that song on the radio
The one stuck in your head
It's designed to seize your mind
You'll sing it till you're dead
It isn't by your favorite
the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How
I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought
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