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you'll understand
Now every day I try to let myself know
That it's a normal thing to cry even when you're grown
And every day I tell myself it's okay to be

same hole leadin me straight to hell,|But I'm still ramblin and I'm keep on gambling|more that I have to bet,|been thought all the things that I always

lie, to go against
The grain makes lots of people cry

So walk up straight
Society doesn't foster when you
Lose your grace
There's always someone better

no Lyft, we gone
Shawty just moving her lips, get on
Going straight up with no lift, we on
Don't even cap, I ripped this song
Shawty she digging

Real nigga I put that shit on
Dont get your bitch took
Chef shit like Bobby Flay but i'm not a cook
Making plays on straight aways like a damn rook

excellent
Way she wet called it a weapon wettin my whistle a bit
And a whip baby because I know you got the cash to spend
And when your marriage end I hope

hit a lick lick
Boy I came straight from the bottom
Had to come up now I’m rich rich
I make your girl wanna holla

She bout to send me a pic pic
She

Bluffin’

Wiz Khalifa

O.N.I.F.C.

2012

So much, so much, so much

Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don't move that fast,

Bluffin

Wiz Khalifa

O.N.I.F.C.

2012

did the right thing
They don't move that fast they act like they don't like cheese
Had a couple niggas mad like they don't like me
Is it cause I'm

the days I wore FUBU
Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga
Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas
If he the God's son, then I

know I'm fucking things up but I'm going straight
JK I'm taking everyday

Starstruck
So in love
Baby I can't get enough
Of all the sex and the drugs
Yeah

and parallel
Horizontal, vertical and parallel

Two straight poles standing tall
Two straight drain pipes down the wall
Side by side it's easy to tell
Parallel

straight out the bong
I might've pulled your card on the Watt Ave bizarre
And now my bars hard to follow just like jazz guitar
The Polo bag is gone but

joy and my emptiness, laid out beside me on my way
What it means to stand here, come what may
The years and the months, the weeks, they all pass day by

in a case but it just got lifted
Hit a three on two times two, that's ten-man serving 'em one-by-one (line it)
Hop out dem 4 by 4 on three-man, got

That's where we'll end the scene,
This is the Martini.
Last shot's for you or me....

[Verse 2:]
Yo, This is Isaiah,
I guess he was aight, say a,
Lady's

or who you know inside them trenches 
Even if I make it out what I'm going do about my niggas
I can't let the story end 
Thinking about my dogs gone that I

friends wantin' the week to end
All of my all of my friends
All of my all of my friends
All of my all of my friends wantin' the week to end
Oooh saved by

royalty suits da sycophants
Paranoia and fear are the media's food
Consumed by the people and controlling the mood
Making logic lame and critical thinking

no such thing
I know how that sounds
But would it be absurd to say
That a couch has a philosophy?
And the day I stop rapping is the
Day I stop

(Okay)
Cause every day that I see above the ground ought to be a good day
I can't waste no time my nigga we straight
Not a thang gone take my mind

Man, I love the hate
It happens every day
It makes me feel so great
I put it on my plate
Please tell me something straight
I need that extra taste
It

Thug Style

2Pac

R U Still Down? (Remember Me) [Clean]

1997

F*** 2Pac that n**** ain't s***
That n**** ain't from moherf***in' New York
That n**** be out there with them Cali n****s
Yo n**** man f*** Pac

Thug Style

2Pac

R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

1997

Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit
That nigga ain't from moherfuckin' New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck Pac