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thing that he had made, and, behold, it was the best thing he could do.
Finally, after sleeping the whole weekend, Leonard is waked up by his old friend
ass like black parents with belts)
(V2)
This my favorite state
Bitch I love myself like the Bay love the Bay
I ain’t stacking up man I make what I
believe this dream"
Shot a solo scene
I tried to make mines better
But I love when we shot together
And we rubbed up on each other
But I’m a little jealous,
up
Selfish chic get credit for these edits
Get yourself a selfish chick
Trans-humanoid
Coronavirus
Amazed he didn't blow up your mind's eye and ears
don't mind the fusion of hip-hop with R&B
But way too many producers are doing this and I think it's a tragedy, you wouldn't make no
Automobile with
to me
I wouldn't sign the papers
Self made till I'm done
I don't need your paper
In my mind I'm a god
I don't need your prayers
Tell her put your hands up
rough tone spills the sanity (sanity)
Albums are mean, how can they be? (can they be?)
Your conspiracy theory's trajectory (woah)
Is aimed at my dick,
'fore he came
Yeah, I got a name, but only twenty dollars to it
Next album you gon' blow, up my ass, you done blew it before
Being in my video, what's
What's on your mind
And what's on my mind
Is really nothing new
I want to get you alone
I want to make you my own
Baby, I want to make love with you
broke niggas still fucked up in the game
Make me want to choke niggas shittin' on my name
Tuck your chain I approach nigga Go Against the Grain
the presentation to the Audience
It is now up to the audience to appreciate the finished work
To apply seasoning without tasting is an insult by an uncultured,
the vape, a little bit closer
Inhale the plant till the shit disappears the rise up offa the sofa
They make commercials and billboards and approach you with
the adapter for your echo
I might as well just start hitting and splitting people apart
Cuz i feel like i own the throne
Make an alliance that is roaming on my
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
you in your innerlight
to edit your mind
so you can find
The truth is in the groove，
that makes your body move
The truth is in the groove，
that makes
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
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you you would end
Up being pushed around and more
Likely to suffer violence because
Of your desire to avoid it you
Had no choice if you
Were to have any
exploring the urbanite theme
Picture the setting and picture the scene
This is a personal album, all of the things about me, are not what they seem
This is
would sue me niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas'
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
surrounded by the things that'll make your dreams come true
So be about it never let down spin it around and be you
Never leave without it put your foot
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers
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