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Peace, Jesus captured me and actively bled
Hit the red pen, the kid is writing love to my kin
Peace my family, I’m randomly dismantling lies

been ridin on my wave, now you seasick
Kick that, my mind is pitch black
Consumed by who's who and fashion switch backs
Y'all cap, man that shit straight

I'm packing swishers like I'm packing arenas
We're getting praised by the cooler kids that used to laugh and tease us
I could sip my drink like I'm

currency we got more diamonds
Look at them diamonds shinin', they shinin'
Make your bitch blind man we is so stupid

Migo Bands came with a whole lot of gold

and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen

a bop
Living for the future
Turn my Camry to a Supra
Been the man, like I been super
Yawl ain't ready for the drop
Drip, drip
Like I'm walking down

patient

'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient

You think they're working your album? You're mistaken

And if you flop, you get

I keep it spinning
Ain't hard to tell from the way he bop
The way I rock my waves
And leather jacket keep the ladies on me
Gold chain
Sell my disc

DJ Enuff Freestyle

Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

spin around, I'm the new kid in town

Yeah it's coming soldier, 
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What

My limit it's limitless
I say that as my credit card reached its limit, fuck
Wit me, never dealt dimes or nickels, but by 2 quarters my album doing

the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by

going back

I get overwhelmed
Nerves maxed out like a credit card
I just wanna float
You don't the sun gon fall over by the moats
But it's still gon shine

a single album now everybody knows us
Sipping on boba never watching Roma
Replacing my Mercedes that got taken by the tow truck

Yeah bitch, the next drinks

stories
For albums I did the same
Wait a second let me back up
Back in 8th grade I had visions I would stack up
All the nights spent thinking how to get my

something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get

the envelope and I still give that for the kids
Mind, soul and spirit
Concious because I'm near it
The whisper is the mirror to all my merit's
So fuck you if

Like That

UTD

Manifest Destiny [2004]

2004

Eureka!
Gold-struck, I make a whole staff go (buck-)
nuts when I represent the cuts on the struck, what
Niggaz want to start beef and throw a fit
And puffin

The sharpest tool in the
Shed getting dumb high
Lord knows a peace of mind is hard to come by
Yo ain't it crazy how
He unsigned avoiding bloodsuckers

Accompaniment to illustrious vibration
The Kick-drum let's the snare pop
That boom-bap makes your head bop
To the musical melodies synthesized by the key
Bored

Yea
God Shit
Yo kid, you're gonna be large
I had a dream in Brooklyn, it was written in the stars
They chopped up beat bop and said it was ours

the dollar sign, I thought I told you niggas
I learned the game by watching Diddy and clocking Hova figures
Dinero here to set the tone this shit is motion

they hit the ground
And they hear a sound
That doesn't make sense like nigga
Kids wearing cap and gowns this my album
And when your parents try to come

rich and old
You want the gold
Tell them, “I’m sold”
Now you just sold
Your life away now they will slowly rot you till they take control
They’ll never

of you
Yo swag looking rusty you should prolly stop at a Jiffy lube
Whole gang animals, met 'em by the county zoo

We like causing chaos like the city