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to L.A for a smoke break
How you hate me when I'm losing
Even more when I'm winning
You added fuel to the fire
I'm young enough to retire
Niggas like you

Negro Spirituals
'Cause I'm popper than pop
Probably popping charts and I won't stop
Since I'm by myself to knock it out the park
No conflict between my

No Cable

IDK

Is He Real?

2019

Cathedral to the congregation
Congregation, rise and let us pray
'Cause I'm rotatin' with my true playa partner by the name of IDK
We tryna figure

This a PSA to all my haters
From niggas to bitches
Big Diamz, bitch, you know I'ma pop my shit
Public service announcement, I got they asses

blow, so I'm chucking grenades
And spraying away till my name in the news
They tryin come around hang with the gang
Wanna play but they hate when they

Pendent today oh no
I was the country with my pops when I was
Young
Go fishing boy I been the catch
Finna drop another tape this summer
Everybdoy know im

the mission 
Can’t trick me out my shit 
When mine is this consistent 
Too busy mindin this 
Behind a tent To mention 
Hoping hate fades 
So I keep the nine in

I drop that upper echelon science
Flat-Earther types, get their worlds further flattened by it
People deny it staunchly, I say hate all you want

on the B line, way before my time
Now I got my shine told her no surprise
Growing up, her and pops had a falling out
Guess I was numb to it, subconsciously

You're the Top [From Anything Goes]

Louise Gold

Great Duets from the Musicals

1996

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate

wiser
I swear i ain't tryna be perfect but I'm tryna be better
Fruits from the garden of eden
I swear that shit was really bitter
Mankind deceived by

but when I grab it I'm higher than one
Who as hot as the sun
Yeah ma mother got 5 but bitxh I am the one
It's cool go and hate me off shit I've already

love how I live but never
Pop up where im livin at

Your girl is my borrow bitch
Tomorrow ima give her back yeah
Im the shit this year
I tell a bitch get

me,
I press the start don’t need no keys,
Only time I hate food when I lose cheese,
Hard tweets, face to face you freeze,
If it’s not pussy then mans

in the music (I got family ties), I don't care what them numbers do (By the end of this, someone dies)
Waiting for the day the people you are under are

like I'm on the hunt
Drive-by on a motherfucker in a Corvette
These bitches be talking, "shut up, I need more bread"
I ain't a killer, all I do is

Went thru a struggle it was hard to maintain
So many losses that filled me with hate
Might just od with the pills that I take
Since you left never

know
Pop a rocha, now I'm thuggin with no soul
Now I'm screaming fuck yall
Make me wanna buck yall
When I let my balls drop
Bitch I'm above the law
Over

money
I can't turn to guns or drugs, my pops had done it all for me
I smoke a little bit of weed to keep the demons off of me
I still got ptsd, from them

You're the Top (Continued)

Bob Howard & His Orchestra

1932-1935

2001

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate

you'd slap me say money go get you some, uh!   
Cause I was raised up by a G 
Received my teachings from the queen 
From getting caught with hella Ps

with no freak bitch I need a wife
hate that niggas die every day fuck it, its life
I ain't buying that shit if I cant buy it twice
Buck 50 a nigga,

got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go

And I'll glaze one by myself, don't give a fuck about no posse
Niggas get shook every time I pop out
TP send the drop then you know I'm gone rock out
Young