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to him
A goddamn lie

What do you want from me?

Oh, look outside yourself

I won't help you take her down

Fine
I'll do it by myself

You

fa cigar
Ahh t'ori p'on kere si mi
S'on kooja eni ti n ma tun gba l'eti ni
S'eyin ni moolebi Mr Faleti ni
Headphone Beat by Drey le ma tun ba l'eti mi

fucking beat, yeah
And a bank account with a high score

I want to be blinded by the spotlight
And go deaf from the cries of the crowd
I wanna drop albums

What you want now
Owed me on the front, could have sold by the pound
Could have rode with my team, and we stay smoking loud
While we loading up

90s and my killer b
I can pass to thee
The master key
That rappers see
Who the best to beat it's me
Best believe
When I tell you
This will last forever

stomping grounds
Had to make my rounds making some money by shaking pounds
Gotta goal of 250 million at least
With collector fly shit on my feet, Rather

blood 
I came from the slum 
I got hustle in my blood

Niggas say they came from the streets
But why when they be rapping 
They be Ratting in these beats

girl I’m far from the stands
Pick my brain gotta lotta plans
In yo city we could do the dance
Act quick quick this ya only chance
Cuz I got the tings by

this music in my heart
That's how I gets by
In the greatest
Of forms
'Cause of the ladies
In dorms
Tellin' me how
I'm the boy
How not to stop
But keep

haven't touched
On the beat, I'm the words and you're the flow

But when April came
They pulled the plug
On this whole city
No goodbye, no hug
Everything we

I'm kicking the finest and the purist of rhymes
A dime in the dozen
The cousin that you hallah at the function
I feel the beat vibrate to your feet
Why

peace just by writtin em down 
Turn on the beat and I feel out sound
Write how im feelin sounds that i'm hearing
See Music is more than a sound its

surrounded
By shadows and gallows, my smoke is not a trail to follow
Survival is vital, smoke billows out the rival's window
Swindle vandals, selling handfuls

a tear when somebody said ""this one's for Heather,""
cuz Courtney said she was inspired by my open letter
to the ones, when I was swelling mama's tummy,

Okay
You Know What Time It Is Yeah
Popito On The Beat
So Baby Dubi Dubi Dubi Dubi ahn
And Girl I Want Some Love Make We ahn
And Dubi Dubi Dubi Tell

We going on beat now
Oh yeah thats on tempo
Turn me up

I'm the king of the city
I'm about to take it there
Only steadfast in my circle
Fuck with no

with low lights
And my city gets hot, but this is a cold night
Got a couple deep cuts in my heart
I’m a good ole guy. I don’t mean no harm
I don’t really

I left the city niggas told me that you talking greezy
I bet my last fuckin’ dollar that you will never beat me
Do you see me I’m the one that’s

pummel horse is real big, the same thing to make trust fall
[?], beat by the benz, the eyes are like frogs
You're a tadpole nigga, an asshole nigga 
I'll

detect the same beats to conspire 
And the night is right  
 
Lit up like the sun  
One by one love  
Now life has begun 
  
So be it 
Fields on fire 
So

drink all the juice like pac man
Eating my ghost like the pacman 
Turn you ass to ghost like the app man 
Shut down shut down cities on the map man 
Usain

stream
By the fin of a shark
Gone for the weekend
Batten down the hatches for a storm

Well I'll dance beside you
Stick to the beat
Fossils in the city

another one
Dancin’ ‘til the sun come up
Over lookin’ the city all night
Baby I'm feelin’ alright
Momma hold tight, let me get cha ear
You’re about to hear

blown by it
Soon as I'm off the stage, get your iPhone primed
This my life, it's how I've come so high
Blow a goddamn blizzard up in hell before this sun