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competitive arenas
We built an empire from dirt and mossy cobble
And I'll never forget our zombie marathon on Christmas

No matter how you get it
Find someone

hoe
How you got no money but you boujie, hoe?
Free Bobby, bitch, I been on my bully, hoe
Living in a gangsta paradise, Coolio
I work real hard so I

ya lies be shown
No surprise you and i is where i belong
But we still fight Every time so i might be wrong
And even tho i might Be strong
I still cry

so high I'm getting blinded
She said find your wings I'll be the pilot
Fuel is gone I've lost the wind
Boutta hit the gorund but we'll be up again

wildest desires
Now I don't wanna be the one to doctor this
But if you can't feel pain then you can't feel the opposite
The fight between the Yin

down, say

Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',

a mistake
Jack called go and get it ain't no time to sleep
I ain't trynna make friends bitch I'm trynna eat
Came from the bottom yo look at how time fly

it together
And fuckin' wit' All Out, you cats know better

Yo, how can I trust you when I don't even trust myself
Sometimes I wanna get guns

hoes
You think that your people got 'em
Watch 'em close
Shit so bad can't dab a nigga up no more
Anytime, any place, any day
Anyway I still get paid

money
And that clock strikes 4:20, and you want to get high
No bills get sent when you can't pay the rent
Everyday i get bent yo so i can get by
I

Chandelier

Curren$y

The Stoned Immaculate

2012

attached to it
I fucked up, she say fuck me and then she really do it
Living this life is foolish, so I rather let you slide
Even though I hate to do it

more in this cabin 
High up on this mountain 

Oh sometimes the snow gets kinda deep 
And it feels like ground cannot be reached 
No matter how much heat

Higher

Q-Tip

Amplified

1999

a drug deal gone wrong
Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long
Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers
And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either
My hood

(Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)
(Bankroll Got It) look

If you a member, throw the gang up
I don't care if I get famous
I'ma still be out here

to be positive no matter the weather
And no matter what
I'll never say never

And I will never be you
And you will never be me
But I'm like
Whatever
We

hot chicks
We got no time for these dicks
(Push the hot whips)
Burn trees, drink hennecy
When I die you'll remember me
So when I'll die you'll remember

I'll run around baseless founders, put dots on his guard
Leave screaming how the fuck he just rapped round us
And you can bat back, but no woods good

A Gangster and a Gentleman

Styles P

A Gangster and a Gentleman

2002

[Styles - Verse One]
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean
They hooked up in the '70's when

Nigga loosen up before
I'll treat you like my son

Back to the track rappin
Grew up by the trap
Poppa was a trap rat
Momma fake boujie ass
She be actin

fall off
Imma be there to pick you up
You taught me life lessons
A life blessing
A emphasis on my life
But can't live life stressing
That's real
I still

sexual

It's like affinity 
Aww man what's gotten into me
I'm feinin for ya love
I get high off ya energy
Can only breathe when I'm around you 
How you do

Gunz Still Hot

Rasco

20,000 Leagues Under the Street, Vol. 1 [2000]

2000

shattered that glass
You know it's for real cause your sister sold by the glass 
I tell you cats this I be swingin the fish
You know the beats still bang

And I just want to hide
I keep my hopes up someday you'll be gone and won't see me frown
I'll get the crown

I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by