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Recognition, upload, no permission employed
Fax gang, flawless tracks, man bass booms, snares crack
Bring the rat-at-tat-tan madman, act bad, catch me with

boy I potty trained my parents 
I'm the shit, I should buy pack of Huggies 
Advice for new rappers? Quit, go back and study 
I live my life by 3 rules,

Fountain to Bed-Stuy there's nothin we'll let slide boy we know they fakin
Tryna reach the people from Killeen out to Copenhagen man we gettin so impatient

greatness
Wise words from Cream the demon
And that Hollywood guy that keeps the ladies screaming
Still find a meaning
Fresh out the nursery the boy just had

secret city yea that boy got that lean
You better hit the phone bricks selling like ring tones
Stepping out fresh
Stepping out clean 
My nigga young mob

my side
It's hella Bonnies out here
They just need a Clyde
I see hella hotties out here
But can you be a bride
Had the game plan written down by

a sign for it
In and out the traps, got a whole 'nother mind for it
Fucking up the tables, cause you gamble like a choir boy
Top flight with your bitch,

to myself
Ready? I'm no beginner
We'll never run out of health
Level up by the second 'cause
So much damage is dealt no doubt
I'll be the greatest trainer

Trapped in my head like a curse
Back from the dark out the hearse
Sipping on the water quenching my thirst
So First ima spit it out
Slow like first

to ashes
We make the masses turn tracks into classics
But fuck all the traffic I'll spill oil and match it
Watch the buildings fall down like lego we keep it

Mike
I got ya girl giving me instagram likes
Told her like this bitch you need to fall back
Studio flow life everyday my niggas making tracks
Vezzi makes

niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same

Come one
Come all
No faves
Just y'all
How far
Y'all fall
I'm up
You're small
I just wanted to drop by
To let my spit fly
Let my demons lie in a grave

I got dollar sign migraines
Oh boy how times change
Mind running off the rails
One track, freight train, great dane
Dog in my brain, I got no quit
I

Check 1, 2-2, 3-3 and 4
Cocoa got four peso and buying out the whole store
Mess with me baby I'll show your ass out the door 
Young boy got the mic

moves they should neva even know

Boy im gettin butter young n*gga on roll but you neva even know
Speakin of the bread man i need the head slice when it

Don't Talk to Me

B.G.

My Niggaz

2015

disrespected game
You lost your ghetto past going against the grain
Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla
I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire

took her to the res and I laid her back
(I go) on and on like popcorn with the butter
A-a-a-a-yo! I used to stutter
But I fall on track and some may

ever believe, uh
Wanna be high I'm on my way to the top, yeah
The higher you go the longer the fall, yeah
All my foes be happy to see me drop
I'm

something to cry about
Kept a stiff lip now mean muggin's my style now
Boys on the street can always spot a target a miles out
Fuck them feelings
I ain't soft

Let's get it
I put it down with my mind and made him still fall in love
Mans said he went out sad cause I ain't even give em hugs
But If I gave my

Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying

sounds and take 'em far even my mama know
And all my niggas tryna make it out we got a common goal
So I hit the gas when onna tracks, yea ain't no stop

Weather Man

Paul Wall

The Houston Hard Hitters: Version 7.0

2005

diamonds from diamond shamrock
Look, all recruiters should be checkin' my stats
I cross competition over shake em' dead in they tracks
I pack an axe by my