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ain't really P
Honkho tell em again ain't no BNB
She calling me daddy I'm still trynna fade her
can't get with the gang aint no kin to me
I done touch me

broke
R.I.P Xclusiv they aint know that I knew Shaun too
Young niggas that's when Murda stayed out in the park too
Maj was down the street I remember Cam

look at me, I got ten toes down
Flex to the beat cause I'm bossed up now
When I hit the dirt gonna hit that shit running
Never noticed me and they never

(Yeah) if not the shit pops
We spit Glocks and hit spots
Ignites, shells drop, then we bail from cops
Boo yeah like in the chronicles
Feelin bionicle get

feelings of screams, still staggered by the past, regardless hardened by the facts
As a celebration of my first tour, might  get that tatted
Permanent these

want it old fashioned
Live my life so lavish
Hit my phone like blurp blurp
But what I'm gone need with that shit
Been in a relationship for 10 years boy

Krazy we up next
dirty checks 
dwag nuh get mi vex
we broke rules 
dwag mi feel like X
XXX, cuz I got her wet, aye
if she with it am gon hit it 
I can't

percentages, none of your business, I'll never sell out
My homie off perkies, I told him to stop em', now look what he did, he dun turned to a better man
No I

the makin', and don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races
You know this'll never be a tie, just look at they laces
You know

at the snake that bit ya
Hit ya with the feeling, I went in and brought em with death
Not even the Holy Spirit can hear em gasping for breath
Nothing left but

the time we tossing tabs on our tongue
And dreamt of the mon, since the days I was out selling some weight
And I felt like the plug, I had me enough

My

shade, wanna take me out my Glo
Get up outta my way, Bishop knockin' down the Do'
If we got beef then its UP on the Flo'
Young Rich Nigga, man, I came up

my songs in Google Docs
Your wife could be married for fifty years, she'd still get me and you flip-flopped
My dick drops on 'em hops on and hops off,

I'm Here

Russ

There's Really a Wolf

2017

I'm here

Yeah, the cash came, I ain't trippin' on a past flame
Even if they were dimes, you know how many 10's want my last name?
Is this

When I spit with the heat that emits
What you get is to pick
Let It Burn, Usher hit
Or to stay out the kitchen, social convention
Shows that the latter

Til you see 'em on the real
Then you find out they a bitch ass nigga
Just with a record deal for real
The internet gon' get these niggas killed
Hide

Chuck Person

Meyhem Lauren

Dr. Lecter

2011

to trick it all night at a strip club
I'm the type to bag a stripper out front
Take her back, line a twenty up and get my shit sucked (Yeah!)
That's what

door
Power outage from a storm, fam slept 'round me in scores
As a 10-year-old spore, christian hope turned to a horror
Gored by visions of the place I

kinda quick
Find a Pisa connect to get you plugged on yo bricks
Hit the dope spot and distribute the shit
To knocks that buy rocks and runners that moved

ain't no going home.
Not now, not later, this the pad now, get out ghastly hater!

AMERICA, BABY.

Big guns, oil rig, tiny heart for black art, shut that

to show them what's good, let 'em know it can't slide
If it's hood shit know you never go and tell me twice
I was raised by some real OGs, on my life

Vocal Instrument

Suns Of The V.I.

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

build a wack skit 
And watch you get that ass whipped 
I'm rippin' the tips off of girls clits and leavin' 'em hangin' 
The west is lyrical gang

like people
They ain't tryna pay me so i don't do features
If he try to play me get hit with the heater
Stop by my granny i pull up in cheatham
I got

(For real) 
So many people out here useless  
What's worse more clueless (Right) 
Turned a young brother ruthless I'm just tryna hit Ruth Cris