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Keep that ho up on repeat like, "Where the fuck is the B side?"
Feel like I'm fishin', I'm killin' niggas with each line
I be usin' all three eyes so I

you but at the same time it is you
Jus kick back let me just

Uh
Light brown, pretty toes what's your background
Foreplay, upstairs by the hallway
Long

message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June

Ayo
Sitting right next the beef

Like its lettuce tomatoe
Complexion

subs were sub 8k
Lost in Vegas too
You stay bitter like the hops in this brew
The bud is loud and funky just like Hopsin and crew

Mary got my eyes

good, really good timing
Feeling like I got struct by lighting
This is so good, this is so enticing

I came to switch, came to switch up the flow
Naw you

judged by 12 for embezzlement
Swear I'm being pushed to that point
End up like bones
Stuck in the joint
My eyes drift away as I'm writing this
Phone

the 13th I'll catch another body
Take it back a century
My body been decomposing
Ain't no telling who sent me
Sliding with the semi (Pio pio)
They say life

shitty flow
Claim you back with crazy rap, but it's filler
Literal, not playing games like video
A trip to Lowe's is the only way that you're getting hoes

Young Sinatra playing, Overly Dedicated
Nothing but some Setbacks so I moved to Section.80
Man, I moved back to my hometown, just a bad kid in a good

come to
My eyes
Only drafts and drafts and drafts
Then boom
It appeared,
Like it's a surprise.
Things going really better now…
By the way, what time is

Aye man welcome aboard
I can guarantee you'll enjoy the ride
Especially if you like your soul ice cold
Because none other than the ice man himself is

counting?
Getting money is my daily routine (Daily Routine)
If you ain't know what we 'bout,
That's dough, (Dough) That's dough, (Dough)
All day, I be

Running outta ink, I still goin' write
Raising the damn bar of musical excellence
Rappers sound illiterate, while I express eloquence
My album is

and can't switch back
Make an album myself bro I did that
I never did slack
That's big facts
End them all
That's an impact
Or will I go to waste
Will I lose

So when I look back
I think it was just a random Thursday
But they say hindsight is 20/20
I still wasn't ready 
Came back home to a broke window

Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism 
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts 
It’s too hot up in the kitchen 
Had

but he lacks protein 
Eey 
You should know me when I came
Ima real fire spitter every WORD is a flame
All them other copy cat fit to steal my recipe
But

War Witcha Homeboy

Young Buck

Case Dismissed!: The Introduction Of G-Unit South

2006

started to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
And then I realized dat he didn't wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you

wish me the best
But to overcome myself is the biggest test
So imma lay this track down then I'm gonna rest
Now I gotta confess the whole album was

or hell
All them late nights I prayed for opportunities 
Tryna give back to my community 
And they don't even fuck with me
Support is nonexistent 
It ain't

Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no

Christ's light brighter than high beams
To the eyes of the blind we provided them Visine
Regeneration was the major theme,
Of my first album, you helped

the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals

of my family mad 
Would have thought I killed him with my own hands, my bad!
I was by his side in cfrica, the pressure was spectacular 
Evicted from my