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off running at the mouth
But it seems to me that NASA likes to do its thing down south
So I've asked you once before, and I'm askin' it again
Why there

Oh
You didnt think that we would blow
You was hatin on the low
Now im stackin from the show
Me n my bros we focus on dough
So, that is all we know

Got my shoes tight through the hood I ain't trippin
Water around my neck so you know that I ain't slippin
Thirty three on me like my last name Pippen

jobs
I was runnin' through the streets with
Dudes who used to boost cars
And every time the laws jammed me
Up and tried to burn me
You was always by my

hating that I feel like this
All this pain that's in my brain I'm sick
So tonight
I'll be staying in my closet
This song isn't a story just about some guy

these women still gonn' try to get me naked
Head by my waist like she's tryna read my pages
Bitch I'm not a book but you can check me out for ages
No late

it started

I'm the King of Skill and I K Rule
I be mad poised
Chance Time and I get that bag boi
Optimal by design like a Blastoise

Mario Party DNA,

Backdraft

Arsonists

As the World Burns

1999

BACKDRAFT!  We ain't tryin to make you cats laugh
So talk that, we stack cash (BLAST) how long will rap last
if it only had corny MC's
Arsonists

to the club just to swang 
Let me do my thang (Let me do my thang)
Let me do my thang (Let me do my thang)
Let me do my thang (Let me do my thang)

I'm the last

know by the way that I see you flaunt
You're like the perfect melody written in cursive font
So I could write you a letter or I could sing you a song

a penny; last week they killed a coon now it’s confetti. At first, we lost a few now we are many. I been a victim of white privilege, while you doubt there

about the money I lose, on booze, dinner with the crew, and last but not least all the shoes and jewels, not like any of this really news to you

You got

You already know what time it is baby, What? you know this shit's mine right?
Why you actin' like I'm trippin' girl? I told you, I wan' be ownin'

Yeah I gave my heart away but I don’t need it back
She want me to stay but I’m a heartless knight
I ain’t Elvis Presley, not gon die from a heart

Bitch, I'm really up-cash, I'm not your last nigga
Ran up on him in the jam, he had a bad trigger
I put my niggas on them plays, I'm a bag-sender
You been

the road and deck the halls
Until the last snowflake falls
Or we run out of fuel
You know santa rolls with my crew
As we carpool home for christmas

on higher ground

I'm going to live above the world
Though Satan's darts at me are hurled
For faith has caught a joyful sound
The song of saints it's

to make it last I hope I'm in a 
Car when I feel the damn crash, cause I wanna die quick, not slow, everything I love is fast
Reality TV, I know that you

loud like them riots
And it's still ghost even if that food quiet
Real rap, cah you ain't gotta tell me
You were raised by pricks
Wouldn't last long like

safe
They ask me where I been I'm just in my bag
I don't do relationships they don't ever last
Pocket rocket on countdown and ima let it blast
And I will

did
But the truth is, I could never stoop to the level  you did
Blinded by hubris,  the indomitable human will, right?
We'd always rise to the challenge

they're still Black With NV
I go by the name of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, ripping the song
Suckers see me, want to be me, but IÆm creamy and theyÆre

spit some truth again?
Last year, I was doubted by some kids
But we made a few hits!
(Shit!)

They can’t sell these bars, like I am
They be coppin’

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