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so
Ninety-nine months plus one free
So I guess I'll still see you once or twice a week
But probably not since UPS won't see it fit to keep
You

even though it makes you cry

now she's hit rock bottom from always hitting rock
24/7 all around the clock 
plus she's hooked on brown running round town

vibes around me all seven days
I got bad bitches on my resume
I hit the booth and try to go ahead of Jay, ahead of Ye
Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of myself

still own a mailbox key
And a signed agreement to a mailbox lease
Ten dollars per month and I couldn't be stingy so
99 months plus one free
So I guess

30 seconds if it lasts long
Knocked through all the glass and waved the hammer in his face
Clearly said I want it all from them chains to them J's
He

See life around here changes like the wind
Souls trapped by circumstance 
don't know where it begins or ends
I sit on rooftops and watch my city with

sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write

9
Fast forward 7 years later, she ran away from home
Sick of being ignored, plus she scared to speak up and make it known
Sick of the abuse she

One plus two, I'm triple OG
Best not miss if you run up on me
Best to admit that you feeling that bump
We can get nutty if you feelin that klump
Popping

right by the Greggs
I was sixteen when I got two heads (yeah)
Ask SE15 when the gang first caught them an M (bap)
T- weren't alone, he got bored with

beautiful
At some point I give a handshake to congratulate your husband
And we look at each other for a only a split second
And he knows as easily as the day

((If I was White))
......maybe you would you love me more If i was white/
Listen

V1
Let me, tell you a Story bouta boy named Russ/
Black Boy, 7

Right Now

Wordsworth

Mirror Music

2004

room or we wrote separate
If I'm first or third fourth or I go second
Unless I'm last the DJ won't play the whole record

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
In every

d’homme 2, français (mixage):
«Il y a de cela mille ans ou plus…»
(Bruno Bettelheim, Psychanalyse des contes de fées)

Voix d’homme 1, français (mixage):
Il

you'll get more shit done
Too much pussy over here to be choosin' just one, they say you live by it, you'll die by it and I die by the gun
Too much pussy

of crazy, drunk white people
They're not gonna remember if I did seven minutes or seventeen 
God bless, I'm out
Put down the mic and fucking walked off

enemies crushed I hush
The whispers of critics are lyrically rough and plus
I live in the Spirit I’m mentally clutch such
A drip on the mic you’re mentally

to that sky-high mother
I'm back in Trastevere dancing the seven hills 
Cutting my brother's neck grabbing the dollar bills
The day the cowboy cried

for a few seconds
And two black people walked in
One male one female
They probably gonna order some fried chicken
Fuck they probably are not gonna give

Who's the Man

ABN

Gangstas and Hustlers

2010

fo' - do
Any one of my cars or truck made by Lincoln
Peel out on every block - wheel rubber still stinkin
Don't run up on me too quick, you better

advancemiss
I dial up anyone who second changin this
Style be ransom in this
Mic's Of Insanity

From many centuries and decades
My nations softer then

rappelle-toi
Y'a des phases qui font
Plus mal que d'autrеs
J'ai jeté le lit qu'on a cassé
Fait les strеams depuis qu'on a cassé
Fuck le love, mais là j'dois tout

so that’s not an option
My head’s aching, from all of this faking
You must have mistaken my ranking
So I’m flanking from the side and I’ll catch you by

me etched in stone, uh
By the time they learn to love me, I'll be dead and gone
Real hustlers treat them rentals like they second home
First double