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if you tryna see somethin

My Spanish  hoes, waxin loads, make em clean up
I'm pourin' fours, look like coals, I got three cups
I been a grown man, all

they all say
Iv'e got one life I hope you understand me man

They told me you should live your life
Keep going on don't look back now
I'm a young guy who

they singing the blues[01:20.16]Get ready to move[01:21.40]Making these moves think Im faking you faking it too who knew[01:25.11]Feeling like I dont be

can't say shit, I'm a Loc

I got forty-five different reasons, never
Hesitate to let it bang, Yeah
Don't ever speak on the gang, yeah
Don't ever speak

Iv proved myself im a big man for this 
Nah they don't want this surely 
Went jail and I done 4 laps 
didn't get that back
still ran up a 40 
I done

ready to eat
It's four o'clock, I'm trading stock and I ain't ready to sleep
But if I'm keeping you awake, then you should probably leave
My nigga coming

the feelings
When I can see the life expectancy
Is half of my pares i done made it to thirty
Further than my mother
Four Corners, lions went off the rails
But

addicted
I'm addicted
It got me lifted
It got me lifted

Yeah uh
It's four twenty and I'm higher than a plane
What else I'm going to do to heal this pain

Ain't no one man struggle above another's, A new twenty-four hours
Time to work on all my troubles, I'm tired of hustling
Tryna make my money double,

Check Callin'

Plies

Check Callin

2017

DJ Jones

Baby, don't worry if I
Come home late like three or four
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I'm sorry
That check, it keep callin'

(Nigga, help)
Candle wax on my shoes like they finna melt
(They Margiela)
Lot of lame niggas here, I removed myself
(yeah, I'm gone) twenty guns in this

And now it's four forty-four in my low-low hoe
I gotta make it back I'm riding solo yo
With some beats I got from Mark
Roll the weed I let it spark
Whip

the Hip-Hop stage (Yeah)
Twenty-three, right now I'm Michael J
Writing more verses than the Bible, aye
Making rivals of my idols, hey
They waiting on me to go

Tippin 4-5 yeah I drive from the passenger
I talk it, I live it, admit it, you name it, I did it
I'm pimpin' these bitches I got it you never gon' get it

He wants a hand to hold[00:07.06]But she wants control[00:08.54]Tell me what I'm feeling[00:10.90]I put my life at stake[00:12.37]With a heart

the box[01:03.35]If I took it you can't get it, bitch come get it back in blood, hurt my soul, I lost my thug I'm tryna send your killer up[01:10.40]When we slide we

you for Jesus Christ 
For our sins 
The Lord died 
I'm thankful for my life 
The woman that's by my side 
I know she gone always ride 
One day she gone

sixty-five
Reasons why I'm unsure

If I should laugh or if I should cry
Something kinda fucked about twenty-five
It could be better, I should be better, I

in my bag
F****** with 40 Get mad
You know that I'm mad
Jump out and spazz
F****** with me n yeah
La Shawty she yeah
You know she got ass
She wanna

with no budget
Fuck up the beat
No made by Dre
Suck up the D
She loving the taste
Think I'm a freak but I'm on the move, so get the fuck out the way

(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
(Dj Victorious, we mean the business)

Uh, a hunnid million what I'm tryna get
Anythin' to get this paper, bitch,

For the Love of This

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

single like a stair 
I can feel it in the air comin everywhere
Twenty years from now, I'm gonna be a billionaire
Red for the on the island M-I sicky

Child growing into 20's
Many feelings to never, ever be spoken
Plus I was not observant enough to see if someone was into me
Could be loves?
Wouldn't

the hustle why I'm hugging the block
Chef-in like benihanas whipping work in two pots
Now listen I keep exotic bezels rollies I got several
My gang a rock