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wanting kids
My god you barely 18 
You planned 6 years ahead of time
It's dot by dot, you crazy
You act like I ain't lazy 
You trap me with your alcoholic

Great Tate in this bitch for Da 2 00 3 we don't play in the summertime nigga for real I'm out to get mine and I'm gone shine forever. you can't hold me

the verses I spit is amazing
Probably think Im on gymnastics
By the way I flip this package
Im a three in one and the job gets done
Horsepowered prophylactics

stripes by the way I'll be checking out 
Boy my future looks bright how I'm stepping up 
When these females see me they all check me out 
I stay ready I

I press play on Ghostface 
J Cole and drake, trippie DaBaby and tame,
all the to the weed place, 
I just wanna be faced,
Listening to Blueface,
Tryna

only slaves on the screen
Or else we makin' music videos or play for a team
History and images I see make me wanna scream
Learning white history
From

gotta stay up, got people that I can't let down
I look in my nephews eyes and see Ik
They the reason why if I go slide i'll never being Ik
He don't play

and tears left stains on my sweater
Stunt and rub my hands like birdman
Cause by the time I touch three mill you gon be on your third xan
Stack or starve I

were the one two three four five six seven eight 
Too many choices
I can tell where she's been by where the splinters at
I leave them because they get me

cold though
Brown mistaken for Black by White
I'm just brown, that's black & white
Combined
Racist, nah I just see colours in this bitch
I outpace

told you not to play with fire
[02:30:00] Oh oh oh

3). cool story bro

[00:12:00] Be like say they wan chat to me
[00:14:00] That's like winning

And that's where them young boys is gettin' shot and tallied.
I'm from that state of dat brown bag
If you ain't from 'round here, get pound here, play with' 4

Smoke with Me

Lil' Keke

Blowin and Bangin, Vol. 2

2006

with no time to play
And its me you see, on the call at three
Grab your sack out the car, come and smoke with me

[Chorus: Shima]
[Lil' Keke]
Come

cheque
See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the heat that I repeat
Now you can take the highs out of the beat
But never take

C-C-C-Conductor
Ah

Stovie's home, I spin keys to gold
Saran wrap on the floor, been rippin' 'em like Bruce Bowen
My young boy got the pole, his

me)
niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)
but im protected by his fears 
so death I dont fear..

through all the struggles (mannnn)
through all

Let the dust settle, step on the pedal
See the sun set but I'm, never gonna settle
For less than three hundred miles an hour in the chest
Burn

Back again, back again,
Tell your friends I'm in the ends again
Damn straight I'm back to my roots
Way back then, I used to play on the streets with

cheque
See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the heat that I repeat
Now you can take the highs out of the beat
But never take

Climbing

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Colton Grundy

2004

Madrox)
Hand over hand we climb, play the beat, and we rhyme
See us on stage, throwing the fuck you sign
The game is like a chain link fence
So I'm scaling

It's all facts too
Haha, no cap
Ayy

Uh 
Pulled up to the club in a 'Vette
Got three other foreigns that's down with the set (skrrt-skrrt,

Don't Mess

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

New Funky Nation

1990

on a riot gear
Cause Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is comin up hard
(What you think about the posse?) I think we see in a graveyard
I'm the rap criminal, comin from my

the loudest nigga in the room
Like MF Doom, one beer left, but this ain't a corona
I-I-I feel like Shrek, 'cause I got my Fiona
If anyone chattin', get put in

Rated R

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

New Funky Nation

1990

before they even try to get me
If the enemy tries to mob
Get mopped by the Boo-Yaa hit squad
Inmates from the mad house, comin from the lock-in
Chilled