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one nigga!
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Ya biggest hit single is wit' R kelly
Well there's some questions I got here
Like how old was the girls he
Was

wanted
I was force-fed an image and the stigma was to flaunt it
Well, to be honest I'm broke as a bad promise
No bein' modest, shoes dirty but the flow is

bitch I'm swerving suburbans
Streets dirty the block needs detergent
These bitches is fiends for a little money
Call me rubber band man bitch I feel like

today 
But my strap gone 
Who took it 
Find ya face and cook it 
In time when no one looking 
My rhymes are oh my goodness 
Like momma making some pudding

""Who am I?""



(Laugh)



The film that runs inside one's head



We imagine ourselves on the big screen

Being watched by people and, you know

kit (that's kit)
Im taking over the industry you know that's bit by bit (by bit)
I'm chilling with my bro Kaz we smoking half a zip (smokin')
Pouring up

I'm Losing My Mind

Fiend

Street Life

1999

me
Look my, nerves are bad, inherit em from my dad
Behind cold hard cash ready to go mad
I, thumb through your pad ready with flammable gas
And your

I came through with a goal in mind now its time to grind
Comin up from the struggle man cannot waste no time
They say success is a lonely road imma

They call it first past the post 
You live in a constituency kinda like an area code
There are 650 of these various zones
Up and down the country

clean,
Sweep then polish nigga
I don't mean a polack
Throw detergent on dirty
Money trees
And just let em grow back
Don't feed the bad
Energy they breed

YvngMix shit
Yea I'm finna pop my shit man so don't piss me off
You are watching a master at work
You a dumbass, if you really got In that submarine

hustles
But that shit is fucking bad, you think that's gon get you heard by
Record staff motherfuckers and they'll be like "damn, sign your name
And then

and dirty like the Mexicans
All of my niggas work hard like they're Mexicans
Twelve niggas in one car, we are Mexicans

Esè I'm about my papers like Mexicans

dirty and the needles never sterile, we were
(We be stackin' the ammo, we cockin' the double barrel)
On the bad side of town, the other side had it

I said, still in love
Still in love
With me
Are you gonna be in love with me

I want you and need you to be, yeah
I got my heart broke twice
By

by good people
Wrapped up in bad politics and locked away
Like a page from their playbook Im in a rage
Recruiting imbittered souls like me

Souls

more sitting
No more submission to anything other than Godhead
We risen
I am a dirty rag
I'm sure you heard of that
My life was pretty bad
Death
I

wings just keep blowin'
Snakes don't hiss we keep the grass low mow it
you think you riding dirty dirty Nigga ima floor it
Bad bitch she don't stop she

All you fuck boys are Cambellian
Fuckin' a mono-myth or celibate
Drowning in a vat of your own medicine
And begging for the relevance
Don't you know

Man's really some crabs in a bucket out here, man
You seen my movie, that's the watered down version
Like, it's way worse
Come on
Free the team, free

on road at 30
I I i
why you think I stack bands from dirty
I was all pop down on lock down
eating fish and chips of servery
bite mans ear like Tyson
right

to avenues, work hard, play
I'm fucking with that pure sticky green, so don't lace it
I know a dozen bad bitches, none of them are basic
Victory apparent in

H3

After Shaq post this they probably gone wanna feel like fightin’

But this is not a diss if I took a shot I'd be snipin’

See I'm the bad guy,

with gators,

Nigga, Only in my nightmares 
I'm the middle man,
If my smoking get you hot 
don't ride the block You'll need a little fan,
Shooting