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Ain't for the weak shit, coddling they trying to get acknowledgment
Tell em knowledge and logic don't need that involvement
If the road too bumpy hop out

gonna keep to his word, word
So tell them boys skate like Tony Hawk 
Sacrifices for you ain't my only cost
And that's vice versa, but you type perfect
So

call a ‘turn a house into a home'
Don't deny, you in love with the boy
Doctor said you got that Ticky Tell Em Syndrome
Very few light skin impress me

call a ‘turn a house into a home'
Don't deny, you in love with the boy
Doctor said you got that Ticky Tell Em Syndrome
Very few light skin impress me

Pop a little ecstasy, I'm a Power Ranger
Dive in the pussy, Kowabanga
She got good pussy, can tell by her fingers
I'ma take that lil' bitch out

me
Friends texting me saying they're going right to the movies
And shit confusing me
Like what really is a groupie
Feeling stupid by all this that

this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em

And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In

walk up and tell them I had no part in it
You can get down or lay down
Leave 'em calling you evil or leave with nothing to say now
Say you wanted

Jackson off of rapping, that's 50
In my city I'm the nicest, on the mic I get busy
And you can tell my favourite rapper is Biggie
"Black and ugly as ever,

a little taste and the smell of it,
But the elements don't commune with bafoons,
We can tell if it's a groove or a ruse
Folk pretend to hold me down,
Deep

the devil tried to recruit my soul
Tried to get me thinking I'm useless and life ain't plentiful
Tried to put my brain in a box by making me go to school

watchin' your six
My God will get you outta that pit
Get you legit
Ey, I'm free now
Got hit by the devil this the rebound
Gotta get back at him, gotta be

Sometimes i feel like a failure you ain't gotta say it ik i failed ya i just didn't have nuts to tell ya

You was that shoulder that i can fall

they tell lies
Opposition on every side and
I'm still winning, how you like that?
Aye
Label owner by the age of 19
Man I'm killing, how you like that?

You know there are some things that you don't wanna hear
But Imma talk about 'em anyway
Little Bros I'm sorry
Yup yup 

MumC 
I know say you fit no

(Damn, Fraudskiii, you fucking em up) bitch

Christian Dior on, feel like Jesus Christ
Diamonds in the white buffs, all I see is ice
Bro addicted

Yea
Feel like '06 me and that nigga Young Vonni back in Brent Latin backyard ya know?
'02 me and yellow boy Nyky, cooking that Boot Kamp shit out my

It think it know how to rap
I don't do battle rap
Tell 'em to battle that

Pull up, my roof missing, boy
I'll get you missing
Bein' broke as a joke

(Digits)
Lots of ink on my arm, it can tell you alot about me
Did it by myself no lucky charm, kept the fake niggas from round me (Round me)
Had some haters

sayin' I'm next (Preciate yall)
Gangsta, still appreciate the real love
If I tell a bitch my name, it ain't my real
Gov
I see you postin' with some… they

But he don't know the plays
I can tell you all the cheat codes
That boy fouled out
Shoot her shot at me like free throws
Down set hut
Girl I know you

huh
Anyone got a light
Huh
Can you tell me what's the price
Huh
It's 7 followed by the 9 and he took the 6
Off roading with the lamb we in the sticks
Ya

Conscious rappers real woke with
A played-out message
Just the stalest of the crumbs
Dropped down by their professors
You're a house boy doing what you're