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tires thin
I gotta go gotta show out
Diamonds might show now
They just want to show off
Every time a show out
Shawty wanna pour up solo cup is full

they fall and I'm yelling timber
Yeah, raw cone full of pound cake
Crossed with kushmints the call it pancakes
I'm a big dog make the ground shake
Feel

masculine
Art of tying shoes, but barely mastered it
But scanned every magazine and front page passage they ever handed him
Irony: everybody's drawing up

Jumped in the game like Kobe straight off the rip 
Shootin bullets at these rappers who phony I never miss 
Independent I do this by my lonely

This is not the way, that it goes now

Uh, I'm 24 and I'm real enough to say
If I don't make it big by 30 I'ma kill myself
I bet you think this is

Kicking about on the Porty streets
Going to buy a few cans of pilchards
My whole life ahead of me

I'm popped off and I've been dropped off
By my mum

before I met my Mrs
I was on a mission
Sleeping all over town
Like I ain't got a place to live in
Count em all up and divide it by 3
Cuz baby I ain't do it

music make the cutest beauties big ass bounce
Just bought a new watch because every day watching me
Copping jewelry ice-flooded, kind of like the sea
VVS

something big
Yeah I'm fine unraveling, again and again
Twisting back roads
Full of open homes
Driving through the middle of the night
Take it slow
In

screens its
Like I've forgotten about my penis
But Venus is the mother fucking goal
Wanna sail for the zenith and be the mother fucking goat
On a big ass

lost my mind like I'm standing in a crowd full of people walkin by
And nobody looks at me
Have I gone mad is there something that I failed to see

that, I load bars, rhyming with the beats
The real path paved by the greats, known as Hip-hop
Rest easy DMX, word to the big dog
I'm for the culture, I'm

heart sank 
Never runnin on E, bitch I'm on a full tank 
Wit some bread up in my pocket yea I'm all about the bank 
Loudpack know I grew it outback
Made

can make a ocean
Riding clean with a cup full of that potion
I'm a do this til I die getting money til I die yeah
Capital one sir what is in your wallet

deep what I’m saying
The deeper the mind, the deeper the man, yea
Stand up after every fall, brawl with my back on the wall
They ask me what I been

streets get ugly
Don't fall inlove wit the game cuz these streets don't love you
But I just keep on hustling
40 full of bald heads they think Debo coming

by green
Once you show that bag full of trees
They gone get high with you then fall on they knees
I can not fuck with you (No no I can't)
I found

like everything is passing by
My little sister stopped me once and told me dream big
But everything is so small when you stuck inside yo head
Stuck

positive my negatives gon' fade away
It's my prerogative to get it each and every day
Snitches on the block they caught 'em niggas two-tone
Big Zo hit

Boi!

Mike Jones

The Voice

2009

many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many

Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys

tavern
By the Salvation Army
And the plumbers supply

The old downtown mission
Has John 3:16 painted
In all capital letters
Above cans full of trash

But

dollar make 

Business world wanna hold ya  collar every damn  mistakes
Good and the bad mixed up man that’s a twisted fate 
Had to smooth the  paths

Ma nigga put me on and told me
Peezy we gon' blow
So I G.O collect every dough to be the G.O.A.T
It's Wake and Bake
Then eat the bread like triple X

jumpsuit, flip-flops, I'm squarin' every corner
I'm fiendin' for pussy and marijuana
I'm lookin' for my last day
I was born and raised on Vance Street
But