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To get some money on my surname
Ain't down to work away for thirty K till I'm thirty-eight 
Rather grab me a thirty eight and get eighty K the dirty way by

I might be too hard for corporate
Stick a fork in em
Kill em like doc Kevorkian
I need a beat by doctor Dre & Scott Storch and em
Cuz I been

hardly feeling safe 
But there's no other escape 
Nope there's no other way 
Painting every wall I touch 
With this dirty brush 
It's such a big rush

of girls
Lil shawty left said it couldn't work 
But I'll be ight imma make it work
Gave her the globe she ain't want the world
I walk by myself I don't need

I flip the bird while I spit sick verbs
Obscure by observed pure lyrics I disperse
Omit potential I'm creeping through the levels
Got my camera phone

We didn't do that much wrong
Me old man said 'be careful son'
Just kicking down the streets
There was me, Steve and our mate Pete
Climbing over walls

or Guapanese
Make it happen so we can eat
Never knew this is where I'd be
Not perfect but i'm me
Old school girl with OCD but her backgrounds a little bit dirty

dirtied up the cup
I don't sip no lean where the weed be
Might dirty up the spot you can't clean me
I been through a lot don't wanna be me 
Praying every

Crippled by blood
What's good
Jersey, if we dirty it's cause
We've been in the game
My sons princes
I shower with royalty
That's purple rain
It's a pick up

dollars, like bitch you still local
You left her, I made her go loco
Fuck the fame, give a fuck if I’m global
I can’t be surrounded by showboats
123 bitch, I

dont cross
Dirty pistol I just toss
I can assist you with green
Lebron did with bosh
I'm one with the plug
Like the aux in the car
I ride by myself like

I'm from the underground that mean I'm out of control
A old dirty bastard your shawty she callin' me snow
Say i'm cold cause I don’t pick her calls

Try to swim in a pool with no water, strangled by black sea, sun, beaches, and order
Music here so silent, volume turned down - riot, cursed, small,

shit i am who I am
Dey keep askin what’s the root yea what’s the plan
I’ma stack Nd go be better man
Pop out in A it by be a lit van
Could’ve been a walk

An old saloon walls painted mud
In walked a stranger with a hat and a gun
And a shiny gold badge hunting for a man on the run
He asked the barkeep if

The Night I Met St. Nick
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

I was hiding hind the sofa 
When he came down the chimney
Cuz I did not believe 
He could

and dump the burner
Dirty Old Man the dark net Nat Turner
We be banging mics, and catching like
And knocking lights out
Everytime i see you on T.V. 
All i

sister on my old mans side

Never knew about till I was thirty-five 

My mama sweeps everything under the rug

If there ain't any proof if there ain't any

By the only man with two feet for his hands
Pure, pure
 
Standing there in the dirty greasy air
Charcoal fumes send me to my tomb
Pure, pure
Pure, pure

let’em know...
Soo many skeletons I can’t let go
I fought my own bro over a hoe
I had baby on ma chick dats cold
Didn’t find out she was mine til 2yrs old

married his sister and she gave birth to me,

My grandpa was a gravedigger, a dirty old man,
He went to the town, with a shotgun in his hand,
He organized

the dark like I'm reddick
Bro did dirty man who can I trust
Never get the love confused with lust
Never get them other niggas confused with us
I set my bar

of the holes
I talk dirty when I get shit done, like when I'm winning in 2k and yell and one
I'm running the game til' it's not fun, it's all jokes till they dig

Don't wake up the muhfucking giant

Ok met a couple people they did me dirty
Hoped on a mini van told my mama i'll be home by 2:30
I always got my back if