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of us are surrounded by halo

Tighter, looser, bigger, smaller
All these nonsense, what so ever
Worthiness and esteem couldn't be hired 
The foreign moon

I'm on fire call Me jack jack
Blah blah
Don dada
Big shot
Niggas think I'm pimping by the way let my Lips rock
Back then
Said I'm talking sweet and I

not the same but I'm not a Martian
I'm just richer and livin' my life bigger
I pick up with my niggas
Sip liquor with fine bitches
I enjoy livin', self

Right Game Wrong Nigga

Kevin Gates

Right Game Wrong N****

2019

on you
Some stay the same, hoes change, others fold on you
I'm a giver, heart bigger and it beat a lil' different
I forgive and don't forget it, right

nigga will sell you up the river
So to massa, he'll look bigger
And when ya bet under a rock, he'll slither
But I'll grab the tail of the house nigga
Pull

Optimistically I'm just so thin
Stuck in my new room hat, bent brims
White walls surrounded inside and out
Postmate a meal I could've drove down for
This always

this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?

By suckin' their

mistaken raps'll
Guarantee you look like a slob
I got more rhymes than kids got the measles
You shooting needles
We are bigger than The Beatles
I crush, hush

runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
new jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
lookin gay

charge for the time
‘Cause I'm a jack of all tradesmen
And your place is craving renovation
Straight from the facias
Down into your basement
'fraid your

ADVICE

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Mmm, Yeah Yeah 

Aye, I should listen to myself when I be trying give advice

I see

slow
Rollin' with your posse is the only way to go
The girlies by the college were lookin' for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up, but we had no room inside

Live and direct from the eastside
Had to fight for respec' in my Levis
Line in my head like Leroy
Used to ride through the ends like Levi
White girl

a hundred people come
Read the room and play a tune that can soothe everyone
If I say I'll get it done
I get it done
Jack of all trades and master of one

Jack, my Jill
I pack I kill
I stack on still
You're wack, I'm ill,
I got room for plenty more new models at the club
Poppin bottles like whats up
Popping

Forest Hill the hills that be my hometown
Done it by myself I never got shown round
I just bag my dots and then I roll out
Started off small now I'm

me the key"
I was pulling up the door but Jason's bigger than me
Literally, I remember viscerally
Jason pulling from behind me now he's gripping

So let me take y'all back
Lessons taught through rap
My nigga Jack for confidential purposes of the story
Born in the motherland with bigger dreams

Mr. Big

Eightball & MJG

Comin' Out Hard [Smoked and Chopped]

1993

dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks
Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.
Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife

It's Jesus or Satan
It's black or it's white
Realize that your worth is just bigger than life
Thousands in lights but there's Millions in Graves
In

Tru Playaz

Tru

True

1995

like the mack in the white lac
Bumper jack intact, time to step back
Guinea pigs in the crowd get their head cracked

[mr. serv-on]
Here I come again

the zone's gettin bigger
From the whites, to the Ricans, cause they learned it from the niggaz
So who's the first to kick it real, for the, cypher
Eight

(Keep it Z3N)

(Sean Turk)
Yeah, oh
Yeah (uh-huh), yeah (yeah, uh-huh)
Yeah (uh-huh), uh-huh, yeah (uh-huh)

I walk up in the room and they

the hallway in a room
I guess the year flew by now it's Christmas time and it's Christmas time with you. 

That means the year flew by and now it's Christmas