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of promoters who never lend an ear by chance
Spit a rhyme, they get spooked I might steal they fans
Throwing shots at MC's with unfound weakness
But are there

scared broski
We on top of da world got bitches screaming they love me
They ain't fucking wit us Shortie not by hair on em bro ski
And I ain't playing with

Thousand Dollar Nickel
Cuz the wealth is in the mental
PEEP! This My Thousand Dollar Nickel
Ten
Thousand
Dollar
Papa
Gotta
Make that nickel flip
Speaking

check
Hit your bitch with a triple X,
Now I'm about go'n flex
Drew a clover to my hearted deck
Fuck your Nike tech
Playing with the Lego,
now I'm playing

That's why they all flockin' for a taste of what I'm cookin
And I'ma rock this mic like it's ten feet tall
And you'll be fiendin' for and needin' nobody

looking for a change, O

Martin Luther King had a dream
Malcom X by any means
Fairy Tales in this world
Painting images no pearls
What do you do when you

bet hill get ya high without talking to cypress more SPIT deN a guy with a giant LISTHP IN A room Fulla wild kids crying out for Silence(th) my life

people, its seem like they won't even play me
This shit for niggas with dreams
Who do the shit by any means
Who look in the mirror and see their potential

No strings attached motherfucker! 

Hey what's up, it's gotta be my brain cause by the strains it got cut 
I'm so high that the planes just shut

motivation AceMentor 

[VERSE-1] 
Whenever am down you would hold me up and motivate
 Even when the devil will be trying to exasperate
 You‘ll be by my side

that PHENXM really is next

On ten like Day Day, ay, feels like its pay day, ay
They be like may day, they, intimidated
By a winner, and his chin up,

weird judas became a angel 

Degrees n lip professing -Keep it real is just statement 

Y’all looking 4 Neo he architected by Satan 

They Vs came with

p'tite ville
Ma rime illumine les gens qui font grise mine

Souvent seul à pas sourire à me fête d'anniversaire
Mon corps de frêle n'était que l'abri d'un

Lazy!!!

Freddie Foxxx

Blazin' 3-Mix Tape

don't waste none the air baby "Lazy!!!"

[Chorus] (2x)
Everybody you know, everybody we know (Come on, that's right)
want to spit a rhyme on a beat by

[Hook: x2]
This is how we, do it down South
Platinum and the gold, ice in our mouth
Fo's in place, Chi-Town fades
4's or blades, candy sprayed

Everlasting Bass

Rodney Oliver

Da Shit

1995

(Rodney O)
The bass that's in your face, sho' nuff shrugs your face
Just like you got sprayed by a can of mace
You see your speaker is movin,

choice when you came up from Secrion-8
I been pouring the syrup like Kevin Gates
Tbey wanna see me hurt'n not elevate 
Til they close my curtains ima

your clothes, let me see some skin

Calme-toi 
(Je t'en supplie)
Crois moi
(Non n'aie pas peur)
Ça te plairas
Tu le regrettaras pas
(Avale ta timidité)

dangerous form
Now She tryna turn me on,ay

Pull up then we hit the road
All my drip on overload
Messin with no f***n h**s
Take a pic I strike a pose
I'm

niggas chalk for me
I keep it official this shit black n white
Them commas turning cartier
Life a bitch she ain't fair
I'm finna go head and skeet on her

the one
This conversation tween you and I here is done
Had me flexin hella hard like I'm tricking n' shit
I be all up in the kitchen when I'm flicking my

You know what I'm saying
They did everything they can for me
I might have of slide off n went the wrong way
But I respect them

That's my first

phoning up my line
I'm like what do you want

It weren't easy from scratch
Grafting from early
Approaching dem cats
Dodging the rallies in hoopties n dat

Written by:  Oleyede Samuel, Fasae Darasimi, Olusola Daniel, Mustapha Olawale

 Me I won dey vibes I dey drop banger 
Hustle everyday I no dey tire