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Amazing

Royce da 5'9"

Book of Ryan

2018

got it signed by Isaiah Thomas so I kept it with me

Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce

good it's all apart of winning 
Followed by women that make a killing off a appearance
Them be the girls that get the best of me
While the ones thats

the paralay's
And still I got a part to play
Hahahah
You know who it is
Its your boy AUX
And I still got my motherfucking part to play
And thats all I'm playing
I

consolin' my moments of crisis
Knowing the price is paid by both
Who s'posed to be thicker than water
Thinkin': why bother
You that father playing deadbeat

on the scene
Shego and Gamorra
Need a bad hoe with some green
Turn her to a queen
Time flying by like a road trip blunt
Smoking gas, light up that skunk
So high

Hot Shit

HAWK

HAWK [Chopped and Screwed]

belong to me, pass her to my homie
That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E
are-E-S-P-E-see-T, to the day I D-I-E
Or unless you're a want to be, then

down the freeway, what a hell of a high
I be thinkin’ to myself like what a hell of a life
Feel like paradise
Put my cares aside
With that pair of thighs

the park and 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way that she dress

the times That i slid
We still Pushing p And them boys Pushing mid
Aye who Just walked in I ain't seen him before
And You know I ain't social Gang gimme A nod

free cause they know who we are
But she don’t even care about the cribs and the cars
Only lives by morals that she learned from her ma
And her Mama told

want 'bout my songs
But that shit don't matter because I've been up in demand
Like, duckin' no smoke, no, I am not runnin'
Said I'm not hard, boy why

I’m who the folks wanted
The pain I go on with’s the reason I’m so honest
Only ducking the drama that these hoes come with
My flow conquered the beat,

OhBoy Nigga
Hey this nigga is cold cold yeah
I ain't talking about you nigga I'm talking about me
I'm finna run this shit long just like Popovich

feeling when I was in that deep end
Hit up few of my mans now we talk about it she don't wanna be friends
Ima always be in the box score they ain't checking

choose to do is lame

Now I drip like water
I was poor like rain
Bitch, my soul on fire
I was forged by flames
Hold on tighter to endure that pain
If it's

to stroking, awe man
Florida man accused of burning sun to teach him a lesson about fire
That's one way to do it
This is why Florida man grows up like this
This

to rest, sometimes I don't even sleep
Never catch me lackin', boy, I always got my glee
Talk dumb, I'ma hit that nigga in his teeth
I'm a hustler, baby, I

them lil boys on the bench
nah, we ain't working out
Playing on my name, bread, and family what I murk about
When I first met her she was average but I

that's my partna (that my partna)
When we found out who done did it we gon drop 'em (ay, ay)

I remember when we was thuggin', we was only kids (only

who they are, I mean,you know
Straight to the rapping
You know I'm all about action
Figures on figures I'm stacking
They panic, they're overreacting

mean that I’m not loving you
Damn look who didn't live to see the day
Lost so many people in a year and shit aint been the same
Wanna touch a soul before

bad week
But boy boyfriend, yeah, he cheated
Something about her being mistreated
In her eyes she was only 20% there
And litlle by little by little
She

judged by the skin tone, until i bust loose
In the booth with a fuse lit, that's when their mood switch
"Damn, this white boy got a sick flow,
The wordplay

hope that you don't take it wrong
It's people who really believe in ya boy
For them I gotta put on
I gotta stay focused
Gotta stay ready
Can't lack
Never