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wanna rap though
Some see it as a quick lick
Just to get rich 'til they shit drop
Then they shit bricks and get dismissed
By some witless little critics

all this racing
Marathons inside my dome
Still move my feet to keep it graceful as I move swiftly along
I said let's cook us up on a song
He asked me

big moves, Draymond Greene
I'm still a humbled dude tryna find my way
It's my grand rising, I'm coming forth by day
Barely rest at night, all I got is

movin
I be gettin blessed by the movement
Dress to impress never losin'

All I wanna do is stack that dough
I be getting texts like tic tac toe
Hoppin'

a penitentiary
And how come you don't talk about that?
Oh, I bet you never thought about that. I did a song with Crook, now I did a song with Royce
Bitch you fuck

it's big as a cargo (money matter)
My Naija boys they gat the scope the money coming from Westfargo (omo naija)

Run the town in a new Gallardo
She don't

You don't know what I been on
Thousands on thousands of big joints
Colors on colors of new clothes
They way too heavy I got a back hump
24/7

travelled twelve hours
To find myself locked in a big white tower
Guarded by dragon, whose tongue was unknown
But I kept shit together, I carried on
And while

to
Act like you don't hear me if you want to
But by the end of the night
You gon' hear my song and find out
It was me that was on you
And it's gon' be too

on all the handrails
In a five-metre vicinity, the middle of a city
Big brolic men stare at me while I look at them in pity
I'm in Nairobi stealing all

keep it?
(Should I keep it?)
I got big dawg status, it ain't no secret

La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car
La di da

song
Floating for too long
Barely present
Still Big headed no Jimmy neutron
Can't grab a hold thought
I'm way too Godard
Mechanical K9's got me blocked

Shine

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

I'm on the TV
My crew's greedy, like Boom Boom Mancini
La's song buy weedy, Swahili, ?Sadeeky?
Professional, hold my toast by my testicals
I used

the bitch I know
How she dance, gettin rich on the pole
Now it's my turn
Sure I hurt you
But I don't care
Since I'm leaving, this south of the border
That's

the poltergeist
We taking you under no normal life
Pretty but bendy with big oh thighs
I'm taking the risk so I rolled the dice
Confess to your brotha now don't be

We know now that I'm the early years of the 20th century 
This world was being watched closely by intelligences greater then man
Yet as mortal as his

Haåland
How many times has a man seen Hypez ST on the mains and thought lemme spar him
That's a big fat lie I don't roll with the 44 or Big Mac 10 for

to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big

I wanna tell you a little story
It's about a guy by the name of Wilhelm Rube Lee
Works for Kewper-Liveinsin Law Firm
Guy's in the business

insane[00:42.60]I shock the system[00:43.64]Years go by we in the year[00:45.08]Twenty seven seven[00:45.93]Fuck a upgrade wont change[00:47.28]Thats a moral

it "Everybody Gets
Shot By Raymond!"

Somebody messed up the song
Now it just got racist
Black people been through enough (40 cases)
Why can't we all

For a silly gold chain by a chump (Word up)
It doesn't make you a big man (And)
To want to go out and dis your brother man
(And)
You don't know that's

Begging for some crumbs from the rich man's table while I'm down
And I got so many big things in my head
When I'm sleeping in the bed visions of blessings

Numbers that’s bad air 
1 2 345 we starting breathing from 6 
I’m saying your top 5 is a big mess

10 percent tight (tithe)verses dropping 

I’m a mother