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the devil on my detail talking 'bout she down for me
If I let her peep she gon' run it up a mile for me
That lil bitch a hypebeast, you call her your wifey
I

Still did that boy dirty, took all of his cash



Now shorty want more and lil’ baby came back



She said that “Forever you stuck with me” ya



She said

deadliest that comprise this short ride 
If you think you’re the exception
That sin is called pride
It’s up fIrst cuz it’s so pervasive
Choices made by it

and keep walking you'll be under six feet
I'm the westside Kyrie Irving, Imma ball when I get that pack
Mastermind like my last name Keeble, I be high like

I've been the man for awhile
Hand in the bag don't let me get greedy
Searching for something to lend you a hand
Know who I am
On for the evening
I'm

don't know what to eat
Don't care for gossip or rumors bout me
I'm getting paid don't care what you think
Don't got no patience for these allegations
It's

biggest hater
Dont shoot the messenger
Thinking shit sweet you could get it now or later
She done up and left a nigga expecting me to chase her
I don't even

inherently better and I know that it's wrong
But that doesn't change the roots that I grew on
Ego
Tells me I'm the goat try to veto
It sweeps my feet low

Thug Paradise [Original Version; Bonus Track]

Capone

One Tough Cop

1998

in the hood try to hit me
Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me
The life of a thug wasn't made right
When I die leave a bottle of Dom, by

ocean, I'm thinkin' I'll dive
Givin' yo bitch back in the mornin' at five
I'm Hugh Hefner, but bitch, I'm alive
Thought she was sweet, you're in for

of that will be 6 mixtapes
3 eps Long as the beat still made by jxm
Long as the vibe and the energy's clean I'm still down for the late night ting

You can

wouldn't have gone missin'
Picture a child in his prison
Where nobody gon' write me
And nobody come to visit
And visually i'm sustained by walls of steel
Is

a pill
I cannot fuck wit the fakes
Uh
I'll put it 'em right in they place
Uh
Smoke by the pound
Grab me a ounce
Bitch
One dutch is a eighth
Uh
Bitch get

I say

Mass information assimilation got me filled with
Highly volatile hostile crazy wild ill shit
Cold rhymes get laced by the sick slang singer

Bye bye babe
See ya later hoe, exit that-a-way
I'm here and I'm here to stay
But one thing has occurred to me
That I can slip up and get tripped up by

Money sealed by vacuum; spend like I'm in KOD's backroom
I'm with shorty on her born day
I stay sharp; she for swordplay
Some type of soirée in

Homie told me I shouldn’t rap bout drugs no more
He didn’t say I couldn’t rap bout bitches no more 
Slut
You think I won’t throat fuck a bitch til

I Been Dope: The Town Remix [Bonus Track]

Kutt Calhoun

Black Gold

2013

in the club, still a thug by the book
Are you a book or a slut, where's the love I don't know
At the same spot as you left it, you feel me but just

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Me and gang flying 'round with
Sticks like we playing Quidditch
Crazy, it don't cost a damn thing
For us to pay

looking homegrown
Uh uh
Can you make it here by 6 a.m.
I said I'll try if not I'll try again
Yeah
You wasting time
It's time to put out
And put up
Shut your

The Cradle Of Music
Gang gang gang
Me and Denio cookin in the Stu
Cookin in the Stu
If we spinnin we looking for you
and who ever you with
If we hop

Sway this is a dream of mine
Before I even rhyme
I don't want to be defined by
These rhyme scheme of mine
They put me in a box labeled
"too ahead

Redneck for Real

Upchurch

King of Dixie

2017

competition 
But you won't hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' benefit me 
Unless their fanbase is a million
I spit .45 rounds up in my sleep, 
Got

teeth

Get yo get back for you get smacked cus we play for keeps
Fuck Smacc wait for get back come and play wit me

Pop the top nigga get dropped like yo