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it my nigga I'm different breed
Why you niggas gotta hate on a G
Laid back with my dawgs in the field
32 and I'm back on my bull
Getting that bacon no

he said he into fighting
He pull up with them hands this gun gone clap him like some lighting
Aye
Hold up bitch I'm finna go in
No I'm not Dre (DreTL)

the difference between a
Bitch and a fan
I done been broke once homie, never again
Cause I sold dope once and
I'll sell it again
First week 500, I'll sell it again

The Commission (EXPLICIT) 120:000 BPM

Flow like 10 of me
Lyircally
Im the best on every planet
I will crush what you send at me
Too late now feel

you bleed
Don't get no sleep when I walk home
With a shattered heart and some broken bones
I don't trust myself when I'm left alone
And the bottle's

'm switchin' the lanes
I pull up in states and go crazy
If you didn't know I'm Marvin Baby
No credit card? I got your lady
Yeah
Piece of the pie I leave you

my name, wait, hold up
SK, put 'em up, no hold up
I spit fire, no liar, I'm inspired
'Cause I'm tired of this diet of Cheetos and Fruit Roll-Ups
It's

(ay what cha got)
5 strikes on my crewneck mayweather undefeated. (No I won't stop)

See me in the future you gon have to pay up front in crypto
Yellin

bitches get to rocking
Pull her by the pony ride me like a rodeo
Call her Pillsbury ass sitting out the dough
Hips Twista to my slow jamz
I'm her only fan

ian have no air i was stuck ina heat so i had to use a lil bullshit fan nigga come up im the big man while u niggas still tryna be the dope mannigga ian

feels like a heroine
Teed off memories of stagnation
When there was no progress
Prez in the oval office, ellipse to prez in ovals
I learned from

gotta go
Nigga fa sho
100K shows when we hit the road
Hand in the face I swish like Kobe
Years down the road i'll get my trophy
I aint gotta do it all by

Sensitive

Brother Ali

Plays, Strays & Stays: A Rhymesayers 2018 [Recap]

2018

this?
I mean, no one's waiting to see what an aging hater thinks
I kinda wanted to be finished
I didn't wanna pull my heart out, let you see in it
I

Nickel

Royce da 5'9"

M.I.C. (Make It Count)

2004

loc's in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
Doin' drive-bys on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys should keep 
The murder case you

you, but I might keep you
What do I gotta prove?

Like a ghost, I float
That's my style, Bre-Z step out no-
Problem, I got 'em, they go wild
Still

’m kicking up my feet, oohwee, no stressing, c’mon

1, 2, 3, 4
I declare a rap war
5, 6, 7, 8, feel the ground beneath you shake
Hear my squadron roaring while

Ayo by now it's evident, I got the glow
Already been said, these niggas not as dope
This Heroin's a hot shot
Death inside a brolic dose
Prada clothes

they ain't me
And I don't think that they'll ever be
And it really ain't no time to waste
I be gettin' messages from outer space
Little voice in my head

already>"
Just one more puff and pour me some Henny
There's no survival of any
Menemene we fightin' already
Menemene le tla sala le setse
Fedefede u tla dlala

in the
Dome like Captain Caveman
And this dope's a billion bucks a gram
I wipe the blood off my mic
And fuck a female fan
You never thought you'd see

As soon they would discover
They had the same ideas
As one another
Fuck some hoes
Get some butter
But never spread no legs
Without a rubber
Never lose no

the A, this my safe haven
Deep down inside dawg a fan, he just fake hatin'
Already said we gettin' paid, ain't no vacations
When we headed

No verses written by me (nah)
Out to prove to all that I could MC (come on)
Lookin' to battle, what? Who want it with he?
Uniform and fatigues, foam

And I don't feel ya energy

I been having dreams about me pulling off the lot
It won't ever stop
And you won't see me get killed by no cop
All these girls