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By now the whole world should know my name Big B I be killing shit
Virginia done seen the grind but now the world gone witness it
The past couple

demands
That you all finally stop playing this game
Mental matrix, this shit's insane
Go to work then to Church - Stay inert and invert
Everything about

a dollar for a dutch
Four was to a gram, and we we're getting high
Used to be the fam, now we getting by
Walking into work and I'm asking for respect
Cause

I work hard but it's not enough
Got a couple bills not adding up
My girl want a Bentley truck and stuff
If I don't provide I'm not man enough
My ego

You know, everybody always be texting me
How's work, how's your job
I been, my job is music man
That's what I'm tryna show people you know
Don't ask

looking lost by the trappings that men get
While seemin' pretentious
So they don't understand what my bent is

While cruisin' on a path quite narrow

When you're weary, feelin small
And tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I am by your side
When times get tough
And friends just can't be found

by
Only got one life to give, I live by it
Many men gone die, n' they'll say that they did try
When that book fly, open, they admit that they did lie

locked down in the joint

Spinning, spinning, spin again
We up the scope
Get pedaroled
Get out and get them dividends

50 shots, no many men
Switch out

tryna look like you got it all
Go ahead and act like you can't lose everything by tomorrow, see how that works for you
Twenty years breathing in the hot

My Crew

A+

Love, Peace & Nappiness

1997

all my mens
throw on some Marvin Gaye
I smoke my weed and clean my kitchen dishes
Tec to the sky see how mom's is always bitchin'
I'm done buffin'

Lincoln Apts.

Nick Grant

Dreamin' Out Loud

2018

is a classic album, I'm forever on rewind
What is love?

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
But what's love got to do with

lovin`,this is work not a hobby,/
you say we robbin` people, support the artists `fore they stop this,/
Start datin` men, the love you showin` us ain`t payin`

Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I

your pores 
Got that work like a chore 
Sellin it like the store 
I got cameras on the wall
On the wall like decor 
I don't have 1,2 or the 3 
I have 4

Controlled by your sin
You actin’ like you have pride in
It really you just pretend
You really don’t like yourself
But you think you too weak to change
You

cultures to find identity

Creating divide bigger than ed’s album three

White men hold the power like a clan 

I don’t think you got the facilities for that

(Mason)

Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause

crib and a chain and a ring and a whip and some rims for the tires
Guess what? Mom don't work, sent a hundred grand in a LV purse
Made a album with

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name of Eldee the don
And I just wanna say thank you for buying the album
For supporting me through my

[Intro]
Uh-huh
Yeah
Let’s work

[Chorus: Apollo West & Era] x2
(A) Knew I’d be here I’m psychic
You not the one stop the hype shit (Ohh)
(E) No

mens
Throw on some Marvin Gaye
I smoke my weed and clean my kitchen dishes
Tec to the sky see how mom's is always bitchin'

I'm done buffin', got my

Send shots to your way, no flirt
It's a million different ways to leave these niggas in the dirt
Child labor victim, I've been putting in the work

ain't down for you
All the petty things women come with too
Between me and you this wouldn't work
But Shoutout to Dynem 
I hope you get noticed
I really