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diffy, that's how a nigga be coming
Cash rules everything 'round me, cream get the money, they thinking a young nigga russian
Stand by me
Ohhh stand by me

to me or call me dad
I will always be here for you however I can
But if you ever get bored or have any questions, man
Come by for a while
Or you can even

create a cartoon
And with no paper make theater in my bedroom
And I swear it sound better than that shit that's on the radio
I'm stressed I need to get me

Now I lay me down to sleep
The soul of man resides in me
If I should die before I wake
I pray to source my soul to take
Demons haunt me through

Way of Life

Tapeminatti

Hell Razah: Digital Dope Music Dosage One

2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by

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You ain't gotta know Buck! (UH)
You ain't no man
Nigga you ain't got no nuts
(heeeeeeeeeeey) damn!
Uh oh! - Here we go! He standing by Ja Rule!

gone slide by
Song on the radio like na, na
Pick you up and drop you off like hi, bye
Nah, this ain't nothin' new to me
But I really want you to see
What

F-P 1-9-9-3 m-O-V-IE TV and CD
Me and Jeff, brand new on the radio
Step on the scene and the crowd screams
"There they go"
What? a star hats quite in

thought that I should let you know
It's a drive-by
Everybody down
I'm just playing now put the fuckin Money in the bag
Don't be a hero and make the Young

appealing
They make your mind drift, far past the ceiling
In another galaxy surrounded by the Martians
Fuck around and get dangled like Brad Marchand
Kick it

Momma couldn't cop me the forces now my checks right
Nike clothes from overseas living my best life
They look at the gear say man you ill working a stick

man, Voodoo priest
Rebel that'll shoot police
You wake up from this nightmare and
Change your little doodoo sheets
Skeleton, crusher creature from

at home
Feds on the mission to catch man slippin'
By time they sniffin' along, man's ghost
Bro who do you suppose I could go to and talk 'bout a small

to disband
If y'all not apart of this band
Fell in love with my accent
But it wasn't by accident
Marble these flows is immaculate
I know what my passion is
My

Because we're clubbing cussing
Screaming "It's all about the money!"
And brothers busting each other with guns
They love it love it
Push it to radio feeding

notice 
You ain't never heard nun' like this, I'm the one that's chosen 
Tryna get a little money using my devotion
Put my family in a house right by

be playin' with my my mind we
slanging that Iron
Gone fuck around, hit up bap
Give that boy the blues no radio, it sound like Marvin Sapp
Slang that ho

Yeah how you doing today?
Yeah yeah
Ace the Creator, man look
Casey Veggies odd Future, look
Look

Hello, the hype is so mellow
Bitch I'm dope but my

portions
Niggas had to get it all on their own through the commotions
I show no emotions
I just keep going
Been surrounded by the OGs
We don't do cloning

what's not on the screen
Sometimes I'm doin' the most, most of the time though it's not what it seems
Yo man is broke as a joke, he can't get by without

Bill Gates suddenly has medical interest.
This rich man already claimed our world has been infected 
He didn't mean a virus but he spoke of residents.

got caught up in the rain
By discovering the child, writing down the memories
And combining who I was with the man I wanna be
But is it just a dream?

He said "a couple days ago, man I was bumping your tape
And I don't touch the radio just cause I can't relate
You got that real shit, the type

A hater will go set Twitter on fire 
Whenever real niggas is right (yey wena)
Things that I don't need in my life (yey wena)
Man that's too pink to be