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I take it day by day, day by day
Really Hope no goofy niggas don't come my way
Finger Inching
Like teacher in class how Ima dismiss em
Life they say

the energy right 
Every man to a woman by the end of the night 
Table full of drinks, grab whatever you like
But if I don't recognize you just step

that whap when I get in the pussy it's wet like jacuzzi
Pop out with clips we ain't come to shoot movies
Just upping the score for the times I was losing

balance can kill
Loving these folks with no balance can kill
And she snapped too bitch
Gone head and drop that shit one more time Blak
Run yo shit Top5
It

better, now it's you
I do not care if you do or do not like it
When i see the mic at yo hand
I sing too, does he do, the same too?
I wish I knew, says

gon pass that shit around
Pocket full of posy cops are getting nosy
But doctor done wrote me
Up a little prescription
So I go and roll me up some shit

I got 666 ways to love you
You can knock me off my high horse, I won't judge you
They ain't built like this no more
I don't need to even scores
Yo, I

Yo, I'm breaking through I don't know what to do
I'm dropping bombs, it's true
Flow is fire, words like bullets, they spray
I'm slaying beats,

Ridin at nighters in two red Vipers

They gonna expect two snipers
Splittin heads like this
Puttin they clique in a blender
Bustin gats like this

Full

When entering the wormhole, turbulent bass is expected
Please, keep all flailing limbs inside the craft at all times
Thank you for flying with

pack yo bags lil nigga you famous in a city full of turtles
Feel like Master Splinter
No snitching
I know jus' how it feel when you master a craft

'member first time got trippy
Said, there was no way to get away
Get lost in motherfuckin' fray
Going down, it's 7 day stay!
Blowin' up your head with

Ms. Jackson

Hip Hop Dub Allstars

Hip Hop Dub All-Stars, Vol. 1

2002

Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant

to test me and uhh... 

(Richie Rich)
Shoot me down if ya want
and miss tha chance ta do it live
When I stroll by I see that look in yo eye
You wants

watch me boot up quick
You count gangrene: shit dead as hell, yo’ checks don’t move up, bitch
Watch out baby, I got back and I know how to work these hips

at the same time
My dawgs don't bark they shoot no cap

6ix9ine catching bodies is more realer than yo' body
They wouldn't let you strip for the strip club you

was born in a manger
But thanks to the lust lies and all the danger
I've been confined by the hatred
I think that its time for the changin'
Saying

Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets

It's evident, Zuko in the house, gonna spit hot fire
Always tired
Money is a mindset, Zuko lookin past that
Rather have my time spent on living like

for fun
They would play the art, and it’s making them funds,
Niggas get on they mark and they already done
In a tank full of sharks, where you can’t

another bottle of that Merlot 



(Verse 1)

Russian caviar 350 an ounce 

Shorty, wants to fuck and can’t wait till the house

I give thanks every time I

right, he stop by bi-weekly (yup)
A bitch got bills, you gon' see me when you see me (you gon' see me when you see me)
Don't get in yo' feels when I say

Get it by yourself out the Mud
Drugs, gangs, product of his environment
Three hundred and sixty'd his situation, positivity-pioneer, Hussle The Great

Thou Shall Not Fall

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

love the criticism
But understand im successful by own admission
I never had isssh
But a bad bitch
Na let me stop lying most em were average
If