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Ain't no Seuss
But I'm educated like a doctor
Try to run your mouth
Ima test you like a proctor
Don't need Henn but I'm hung
Up and up
Flying cuz I'm yung

a kid
Running up all my numbers so, ask how I've been
Motivation never ends, you could say it's built-in
I did it all by myself cause I needed to win

flips, but I rather Chanel
Niggas ain't trapping, why you got a scale?
Trapper of the year, we going to Yale
No graduation, I might get expelled
Heard cuz

it would go farther than the time that we lasted
We used to settle in the parking lot, play our games and call the shots
Getting caught by our parents

avenue
Been a star player, check the attributes
Been 'bout the guap since I had sessions too
I know they want the boy hung by a noose
Won't catch me

All-Stars' which was founded
By Arnold Schwarzenegger
In 1992 if you would like
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don't drive-by's
Yeah we hop out, yeah do it on feet
If you ain't gon shoot bro, yeah just pass me the beam
Imma hit that boy in the head and up in his

since
We last been sneaking out at sixteen I was a lost romantic
Jeans torn up from fighting back when
He pulled up and wanted smoke
Said you're his hoe

And my gangsta ways 
They hung off they guns 
And made it to the grave 
Cause I'm a gangsta 
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my 
G

love can bring
At least in eternal suffering
You know exactly what you're gonna get and how much it's gonna sting
Instead of sitting by the phone

You lamed out when you should've stayed
Left my chest, blood-stained
Told me 'bout this book called the wait
Stalled away meanwhile you was fucking him

minds' speech rhyming 
I might be antisocial or afflicted by anxiety 
So I'ma be the guy you see who's hiding while he rides the beat 
I'm heading to death

what he said
I bet you he won't cause that nigga be dead
I stay in the cut like I'm bleedin' out red
I know my mans gon' put one through his chest

and hopped up on mk
Trying to test my luck
Aye what
I leave that pussy thunderstruck
They say I'm going broke shidd
Bitch my backwood stuffed
Hung him by

like a crystal
We tell ourselves to yell 'n rebel against somethin' official
Oh sly fox, why you hung up in the thistle
Irony is tiring, I sung it

you smoke
Roll em up
Hear em talkin' bout me they don't know enough
Raised by them G's moving silent
I'on show em much
Call ghost showin' up
I aint

The hopeless romantic
The evolutionary revolutionary
You're meant to persist. To thrive
To sustain through the bullsh**
That's why they focus so much on your

Hello
Thank you for listening with us
We will be right back to our scheduled programming
However
I would just like to take a moment here to say a few

round
That's the risk you had to take
I'm still ten toes down
Name a day that I had changed
You hung with them and you knew That I ain't bang with em,

The scent on my pillow of your dark brown hair 
The sweater you borrowed, hung up on my chair
Ants marching in my sink around a bead of blue paste

movement older than me, started by a few men
Where we from? South Bronx, we still movin'
Hip-Hop on World map, we famous I'm assuming
Helping a lotta lives

Ay this tape bout to be a classic
You are now listening to 8 for 8 by TXMIYAMA the muthafuckin' Jap Boy
Big up my cousin Kazu, big up Justin, I’m

88, I don't fuck with no nazis
808, that my sign, yeah, you know me
She always saying: Yo Saga what you doin'?
Got this hoe on me, she know I'm romantic

was after when I hung outside your window
All them problems solved, I carved by hand
In the trees, you disease
You shrugged and buried me with ease
I'm