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the mayor, the city is mine
Fix is the truth quit with the lies
I shit on the booth meticulous rhymes
Then I go back and get on the go
Pat on the back kissing

(Omo Omo Omo)
But it's my time to be the motivation (Omo Omo Omo)
Ain't pop no pills but I got my nation 
They stand by me in any situation 
Back then I

when I clock in
Work for the day and I'm off
Then I'm writing all night to fulfill that one promise
I made to myself back when I only started
A nobody

distract yourself when you lack purpose
All of my energy for your two cents is a bad purchase
My back hurting
Always hunched up in this chair editing
While

Dad Hate Me
Why his Dad hate me? Yeah they Mad Krazy 
Big Body G Truck, make him back in it Up 
Tweaking on a Nigga she better back it Up 
Run into my

back in my place now you see me 
I'm way out of state get too rowdy I'll let it spray (Yeah)
Red bottoms my nigga got this out the hood 
No gunna my

my respect
Back in 03 
But I didn't know you then 
So what does that say? 
Who the fuck are you? 
Do you even pray? 
Lift my life 
Away and make it

to life, it just ain't right
Praying that the Lord, don't take me in the night
That long long flight, and ain't no coming back
Man I miss that Pat, and K.K

the lab, I get too committed
Exhibiting true precision
I'm targeting youth to listen
So listen up close you'll miss it
I'm hiding peace in the pain
I'm

we are going
to be playing you an amazing project that is well crafted by these young individuals
known as YDIE, all right
And the name of the project

hard dick and quarter of
Bricks in bitches' vaginas
Caught a robbery, nigga almost bodied me
I ain't pat him down
Let him go, then he took a shot at me

managed to mention my name in a sentence
It's really pathetic
You clearly are threatened by standards I'm setting
But dammit, I get it,
I'm Gambit, I

Stick 'Em

Cha Cha

What's the Worst That Could Happen?

2001

a tab (???????) back to your pad
Be lucky if a broad drop you mad to the lab
After that we stab, look backwards and laugh
take a bottle in the air
Two

you check in to it
But the problem is you're probably
Lookin' right through it

It started for me back in seventy-two
I really wasn't sure what I wanted

Cause I'm back in the scene with a brand new scheme
Back in the place with the same routine
Get this cash, blow this green
With the same old team feeling

in my own tomb, back to you
I get distracted by my own ability to rap this shit and pat myself on the back
I'm an addict, at that
I'm a narcissist, I'm

What Ya Used To

Hit Boy

MMG Presents: Self Made, Vol. 3

bets
I would bet everything, I knew I'll always be a king
Shorty fell in love, it was just a fling
She be in the lab, show a nigga sing
Home girl hating

and crack deals from nine to five
But I survived in these hard times I nearly died
Now I'm wanted by death I did escape
Now it's thrown on a tape with those

afford a conscious/
Coming from the jungle gotta put it all in context/
Learned a couple lessons now I gotta trust the process/
You know I’m back

the cats be, exactly
Bro's saying the trap smells badly
I just stick to my raps I'm happy
Niggas cap and they claim that they know me
Don't pat on my back

Dumb

Royce da 5'9"

Book of Ryan

2018

sick?
You start as a artist and turn to alcoholic and quit
This shit is (dumb)
Man I wish I would let a nerd who work at Interscope in a coat by

beat, cadence wasn't as great
I be cookin' in the lab, call that shit easy bake
When I make it finna put my niggas on out the gate
It ain't nothin' to get

had we been more adherent, and we wouldn’t have met if it wasn’t for our parents,(Latino Youth)
Us being together in the future wasn’t apparent, back

all, man
I remember the youngin was stuck in the projects
When you lay on that table, the corner dot sick
He wanna be lit, listen to him where his heart