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throw dirt on my name 
That shit just a part of the game
Nothing's the same, no more coolin' by my lonely 
That shit just a part of the fame (boom)

Lord Knows

Rick Ross

Take Care

make it a thing
I'm more concerned with niggas thinkin' 'bout Christmas in August
Do anythin' to buy gifts for they daughters
Get some shake, a brick

make it a thing
I'm more concerned with niggas thinkin' 'bout Christmas in August
Do anythin' to buy gifts for they daughters
Get some shake, a brick

that is why I think you losing
Cause I think I got more hustle than that nigga Boosie
That is not a diss, that just means I'm really moving
Like Drake is

white Range, I'm taking off when that light change
I'm Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes
I miss this and I want it back, so

don't just need another milli
I need another milli on stand by
They don't really love you when you winning
So I leave them all with my hands high
When I

(So sweet!)
You type and hit the backspace, shawty got a bad face
You act but it's a bad take, my boy Rob got mad drakes
Jungle stealin' mad drakes

competitive spirit, so we feed off your insults
Born to be hated and just livin' to succeed
So I have to hustle and get it by any means
Tryin' to get a milli

I told niggas I was jumpin' on jets, and post them foreigns by steps, let's get it
I had to earn they respect, they hatin' the more that I flex, they

won't get
All my songs selling worldwide like DRAKE
Give out milli get back billi yeh like BILGATE
Said I won't make it, now I made it yeh why the hates

loaded with it
To the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen, nigga!
Aight, Drizzy, Drake

Look, kill the game
No one recovers the murder weapon

Gator bump, they ain't swag, though
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli' off a ride, woah
That boy Cass'

played to play that
Bullshit over and over and over, and when
I say that bullshit on me, what
I'm saying is: We love Drake
Drake is great he a great artist

bullshit over
And over and over and when
I say that bullshit, what I’m saying is: we
Love Drake, Drake is great he’s a great
Artist but Frank Ocean is great

racks, that'll leave you stained (leave you stained)
Tryna make another four milli' by tomorrow (tomorrow)
Tryna sign a young nigga, turn him to a star

ain't beating that case
If a nigga talking slick, Ima hit em in the face
The more that a nigga hate, the more money Ima make
So at the end of the day,

Behind the Crooked Cross

Sabbat

History of a Time to Come

1988

One man, one vision, racial purity,
madman or magician? A mystery to me,
he who scorns the teachings of
Blavatsky count the cost,
there's more

the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I

women willing to menage 
Though I put em on pause since Manilli been involved 
Though everybody's on me like the Milli V part 
Now I'm from the D Dot

(Huncho made this)

By myself, I done been through this shit all alone (alone)
Could have been gave up, I stayed strong
Baby, I just want your

anya)
Gat 2 milli on the Floor
3, 4 milli in the Dome
Might just get whipped by the Porsche
We ain't playing no more
I get money by the minute
I blow time

Oh me, oh my my (haan)
Gone need more quinine (Montana)
Oh me, oh my my (Haan, off the rip)
Gone need more quinine (aye aye aye)

I'ma ride with

some demons
Fought me a dragon
Defeated
All my resources depleted
That's why I'm
Spittin this fire
Blowin this smoke
Weed take me higher
Inspired by

outta R&D

Grab a micro, drake and I'm sweepin' they streets
Spent 50 on a brand new bus, AP
This a track hawk might get indorse  by jeep
You ain't