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pathetic
My style is decrepit
I'm singing Paul Anka
I'm sipping the nectar
I come home from work
I got on the reflectors,
I rip off the hair net
And go

to the bud man
That other nigga that you know, he might let you smoke for free
But that just goes to show, he's a hoe
Ain't no hoe wit me I can't be givin

class, or we can get into some gangster shit…
(Whoo!)
The kid's on fire, you can't touch him like he's Hammer
No need for introductions, let's just please

performing my tunes
Fresh off a heart break a bounce back sounded good
By the end of July
The internship was over and my only coworker in the mall stopped

You see that it’s like, 1 thru 10 and then it just has like this mystical looking “T” on the dial there. And he says, “Do you boys like Rock and Roll?”

we’re heard loud all over this land 

Police says that he needs a paid vacation, so he goes and kill a black man to get it 

And I just don’t get it

stay focus, imma win that's how life goes,
Pray god watching over niggas in the street like pot holes,
When it comes to beef bout lettuce niggas sendin

slay make way for him
Dedication took it that's medication
Learn about God not just education
Don't mean to be rude but he gave me fire
Burning inside so

straight
My niggas died no Ian straight
If he try I demonstrate
Send him to the heaven gates
I don't mind sharing but u got a plate
Your junt full Ian even

The Crow was putting them down in Kelly's place
With a face that looked like a loaded gun
He turned to me and said: "I would be a fool if I told

hoes
I'm on the money where ever goes
These bitches is lame (Bouta take off!)
I'm on the money don't look at my name
I'm on the money no forget the fame

That's about far as it goes
Damn is tht all tht he knows
Bitch
I'm still run this shit don't you ever forget that
I ain't with the chit chat
Salty ass

It started off slow
Mama use to pick me up when I fell below
Now I got a cold heart freeze it in the snow
Never trust a bitch cause I knew it what I

that's real from these people is fakeness

I know a nigga from the hood who's really doing well
He got his job years ago and it's been paying well
I got my

deep inside
Superficial shit goes away

And when we express our mind
We really express our soul
Reflection of inner peace
Be mirrored like triple fold

it all
When he confided in me, how his heart gone, man it really broke my heart
Lit one up, had to write this rap before one of us go up in sparks

the hoes
Yea really ain't doing this shit for the hoes, aye
Tryna do it for my fam
Tryna do it because I can
Because these bitches drive me off the wall like

How the story goes I don't know but I will let you know
I think I'm born again deep inside I feel the Holy Ghost 
Got me feeling strange to the ways

Easy Street

Shyheim

The Greatest Story Never Told

2005

picked peppers, but Shy fucked hoes
Put my gun in your face, like "whoa"
Me and Black Rob, rob black, with the Tahoe
Cause he was gassed like Arco,

a price
Now when I'm happy 
It's either pretending 'cause I'm not

Shut my heart 
And put a yellow tape around it
It's off limits for every person
That

Ay look I wanna be potent these problems need solving
And I ain't got time cause these bitches keep calling
Man is a pussy but he talking I done got

I can't follow you down to the end of that road
Do you know where that goes? Into a black hole
I'd be better off swallowing black mold
Chasing it down

them jeans
Y’all stealing my vibe like the witch and her beans
Cause y’all know me as the prince of the teens
He ain’t no prodigy cause his songs a meme

I'm sitting here like what the bitch had
It's not Graph, Its real
Look scrappy its true
Dog whats poppin
Do he look happy to you
Now if it goes