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tryna
Get you up to my God
Till your vision's all blood red
Like you Cyclops
But the only way to do that is if your life's lost

By his stripes I'm

album (Ha ha ha)
The jokes on you jack (Ha ha ha) (Yeah)
We did it again (We did it again)
Take that (Ha ha ha) (Ah)

A'int shit changed but the loot

your name is still engraved
I'll kiss half a dozen roses
and then leave them by your grave
Could give a fuck about the fame
You didn't love me yesterday

Iy Yi Yi

Bobbi Bosselina

Skin Deep

1999

niggas by the balls
See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
Mothafucka, i'm about to roar

Spittin'

logic
Not understanding points from my view could be toxic
Think Freeze lost it?
Stop it!
Asking where's the album? EP? Mixtape?
Drop it!
Seem like

Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II


Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t

and I was most happy
When I lived down in Shadewell with his Nunny and his Pappy
Our passion was music and we made a couple albums
Probably wouldn't do

Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it

end up by switching my beat to then stop moving till my brain is dead
Hell, all I'm doing is relying on my parents' wallet plus some fishy loans
I am

Vad har du gjort mer än va packad?
Du är för dum för min kärlek, jag borde fattat
Ingen rappar som jag rappat
När jag släpper mitt album, det

flew by
Some of the words took a place within like my eyes started facing in
And then I picked up the pen and while expressing my heart
I opened up my

his feelings
And all the plot holes filling with my cash that I reel in
Cause Imma cop me some commas by bringing all of the real in
My city got guns

łudzi tam często też krzyczy
Goryczy nie chcemy zawiści nie chcemy
Nie po to tu żyję by robić problemy
Słów potrzebujemy rozmowy tak samo
Więc wypełniam

I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it

don't fuck with no ritas
I got two stripes on my bands I ain't talkin adidas
You would think we ain't her type by the way that she treat us
They like we

albums working on 5 others
Put your main course vs my bread basket with butter
Tryna be the change I wanna see and leading by example
Yea u better stay

excellence
Theirs still no award of the year for kendrick (Where's the album)
We only win grams for the rap and r&b categories
To minimise our impact
Thinking

and let’s make some music, man
Let's finish up the album
(Straynané)
Yeah

De ringer, siger, "Brancs, du' back in the news"
Glem det der snak, I’m back

dreaded
Use to tell her I love her just to get her legs spreaded
Never been desperate tired of being neglected
By bitches I never put second but they will

true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You

standing' by tha stove who washin' all my clothes
She said I don't do no good
I only do bad
And I never make em' happy I've only made em' sad
And there was

some veggies told my girl it’s ready
Pacman popping pills go wap wap just like fetti
Celebrating life by eating right I don’t need no confetti
They don’t

quads
I see through your façade, nah you're just a big old sod
Tryna respond to what we caused by bringing out your squad
But we just dodge your odd

Relationship threatened by stuff that you hear, word, I hope we just persevere
Keep it a stack it's the truth calling game like I'm Peirce
That mean the ending