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One day
Just be ready
To just save me a spot
Yuh, and I feel a lil anger
The kid who is a stranger
I don't get the recognition
But it's now or never

And you had just left my place
Damn I love to see your shape
But I hate to see it when you walk away
I know you gotta get your money babe
Spending money

and tell em to follow me
This what it gotta be I put in so much belief it done turned to prophecy
Watch how I make em believe 
Monroe comin out the womb

paying the piper seduced by the sound

With  an uno dos tres I see many green days coming
Strolling on through without relay running
These labels keep you

liberating
I'ma black king with no limitations
Just tryna improve the next generation
I gotta go get it I gotta go get it
Got loved ones that depend on me

Well

Slimm Calhoun

The Skinny

2000

Y'all playin' with this game
And it's a damn shame
Yeah

This game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in it
If your heart ain't in it, caught

done killed me
N I really don't give af if u niggas don't feel me
By myself I was alone didn't nobody wanna fuck wit me
Comple niggas came along n then

Their rigor
Or figure out
What it is all about
I can't shout
So, I pout
And doubt their clout
I just get used
And abused
By confused
People who excuse

Ain't nothing holding me back today
I can't be sitting if I'm tryna get it the fastest way
Floating around like I'm Cassius Clay
We hopping from city

fight this fight 

I got you friend 
Dont you know
That I wont let go 
No no

Honestly we could've used more time 
to rehearse and get it line by line
we

along with living as living targets to these officers
Now we gotta watch for any signs of us coughing
And I got asthma, gotta be cautious
Ironic now I

I guess it's just me and issues homie
Looking for different ways to get into the game, nothing was the same
Used to dream of being a millionaire all

of the bullshit
I'm just makin’ sure that my family's straight
All these views got a nigga feelin' clouded
If I gotta lose my brothers, nigga, I could do without it

Goes Without Saying 

Written by Tarramazz ‘T-Mazz' Harris

Produced by Tarramazz ‘Bennett Bricks' Harris



Come fly wit us the paper keep us fired

starting to feel like it'll never lift

Woke up early at fourth thirty
Irritated by the steady rumble in my stomach
my head spinning, did me dirty
Been

him 
Glad I'm label free, they ain't gotta pay for me
I been on the rise with no machine since Terminator 3 
A & T the nicest out, switchblade slice

our time is never definite
I chose integrity automatically I don't question it

Came along way without let em chose my future
I hustled and maneuvered

to find
Any way to get you off my mind
From now on I wanna be a better me if I can
Friends say that I've changed
I've gotta get over this
Such a sad sight

I'm locked in
Ain't no stoppin'
Take this beat produced by me
And put it in a coffin
Yeah, I'm ballin'
Call me Harden
Got this pressure on my back

and fuck the scene up
Talking dirty on his name will get ya team touched
Conversations with my son and he can’t talk back
Hope he never gotta walk by where I

And every day I spend with her just gets better and better
Me and my folks been bumping heads but it's all in good spirits 
My bird pissing me off and I don't

Fine On My Own
But I Tasted Your Kiss
And Without It I Just Can't Get Along

Every Night I'm Wonderin' Why
I Can't Forget No Matter How I Try
Brick By

on the first date
If the shark doesn't get me and the airplane flys straight
Chorus:
Overheard the loudest in the crowd
c couple of words so slippery and loud

as well be me
Presi on my wrist
I thought I was DC
Gucci print fly as shit
It say GG
Flip a pack double back
Call it a repeat
In Milwaukee gettin bucks
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