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Anybody could get it I'm making head shots
Try me and I make your neck pop like a pez top
It ain't really no type of question I'm just the best ock

(Zoya)
Scene pura on hai
Rapper sare moun hain
Rap game top pe toh
Ladki bani Don hai
Naam Mera Zoya
Unique mera zone
Mein tum logon se toh
Pura

down the top 3 industries
They got billions in budget to advertise
To make it look like shit we wanna buy
Ads be color specific
Just to, ply in your

a line now im bussin like Bettis
Need my cheese by the ton wit a whole lotta lettuce
I was stuck in a rut now im shootin like Reddick
You can say what you

people that's who I'm gon' share all my wealth
Cuz' we, only get a few true friends in this life time
And if yours like mines they gon' be yo' life line

Looking back now, and it's okay
Never back down
That's what they're gonna say
Come on rap now, with it all day
But the time flies by when you don't think

life's in perile
And me I'm the herald
Heretic double dare you
Disrespect I'll ensnare you
Kick it so rare to see
Such a victory by the D
I'm so mean no

a handout
Yet still expect to be standout
Couldn't never take that same route
When mama working so damn hard
Got to make her so damn proud
The line to the top

dog
When I'm with the big guy
Up in the blue sky
Yeah hand me a brew-ski
Just chilling I'm just trying get by
Yeah I haven't eaten since yesterday
I

I'm a boss, you a worker (phew)
Like, why in the fuck is you speakin' outta line? (phew)

Can't leave without it, boy, I need it on my side (phew)

Run to the fire,
Leaking with passion,
Fierce as a lion,
I speak for the masses,

We intertwine line,
My weakness won't reap if I'm asking,
I'm deep

after a dollar sign
When I get my shot I'm shooting shit up like it's Columbine
One Call Away from some hitters if you cross the line
But I don't really

the money’s the cherry on top
Don’t you think if I cared I would’ve stopped
This music shit is all I got
Every night I be praying to God
Trying to get my songs

shit to me
You are listening to greatness
Started writing these rhymes
In a basement
First time I rhymed 
I could taste it
I'll be making payments
By

but we ain't fallin' in love

10pm, it's time for the party to begin
you know we late by fashion, that's the rapper life trend
straight to the bar,

the doctor
She came with 3 friends its gonna be a opera
Popping out I don't see a line
She hungry for D I feed her mine
Lil mama on demon time
Touching my body

only doing me bringing all the hate
They gonna claim to fuck with me when I'm at the top
By that time my nigga you already know it's too late
Uh
Imma die

help but notice, y'all trapped in your own mind
Then when you're out, y'all sucked into phone lines
I ain't perfect, I'm just saying, gotta look inside

niggas look slumped 
That bitch say she bout it but she ain't finna Fuck 
So I'm just passing her by like I'm Andrew the Luck 
We got plenty in line

(Fate)
You can't tackle my moon, yea I think it's too late (Late)
And by the grace, I pray we keep that food up on our plate (Plate)
The city lights got my

missle going straight to the damn top (Whoosh)
Yeah these rappers hate it cuz it’s something that they can’t stop (They can’t)
Hating even more they

it off before my casket close
No diamond chain
No flashy clothes
You can put yellow bricks on top
To make it look hot
But deep down
It's still just

lil' bitch, this is a Molotov
Yeah, every time I go and hit a lick, rockin' a balaclav'
Yeah, fuckin' on this badass bitch and she wanna top me off
I see

Is it that time again
Falling in line with sin
Taking my time to win
Cutting my ties to them
Oh no
I think I lost my head again
Lost my head
Lost my