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By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
suspension is death
I keep the P-89 twenty shot in the coat
Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin to loat
I'm a little more than itchy
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
you know this rap game produced pain like I did Fahim's album
I made so much fuckin' money, should call this the green album
They used to be laughin'
the river plate(? ).
The river's not tame, heat in the city meant dogs can't smell the same.
Don't wait up, I'll be home soon, but I can't come now 'cause I'm
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
the letter B in the wheel
Seat back
Light sayin' tank on E
I got the drank on me
You better bank on me
To be the one and only nigga that you ain't gon'
all foreal, ya see what I'm saying? Ha ha I be
Fucking with him all the time, ya know what I mean? I'm saying, I used
To just now home come through he
Don't you know better
Than to be someone you're not
For the sake of those who watch
Waves crashing they're no longer blue
Summertime came and left
da, da)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Gotta keep it goin', gotta keep it goin')
Hey yo, as soon as I come home, I'm stressed by my mama
you(Better than you)
I am indeed my own master, that's real-real(Real-real)
《Speak now》(Taylor's version) is the next album(Album)
You have very poor taste,
you(Better than you)
I am indeed my own master, that's real-real(Real-real)
《Speak now》(Taylor's version) is the next album(Album)
You have very poor taste,
look like a fly
Give mumsie a kiss
Tell her "You'll be home soon
Come to the gate when I pull up on the drive"
I don't care if it's raining or not
If we
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
a kiss
Tell her you'll be home soon
Come to the gate when I pull up on the drive
I don't care if it's rainin' or not
We get chased by feds
Everybody in
like Liu
Beat a ghost like a time trial
Got my boys up on speed dial
Album soon Im gonna smile
Like Im Super duper Kyle
10 over thats my lifestyle
something to eat
Know it's fucked up, that's how it be
Growing up living everyday in the D
And it don't seem like shit gon' change
No time soon in
heard
Better get them out soon
Or we'll all be buried in the dirt
And they tell us we're moving on
I watch at an empty tv and no one is at home
I
I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station
When Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question
Oh, is love
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Yeah, for your eyes only (for your eyes)
For your eyes only, for your eyes only (for your eyes)
For your eyes only
Hey, niggas be dying
know...how
I kick it just like this...
Verse 2
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I got juice like the president, I'm makin' rappers hesitant
Invite me to your house and I'll be
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