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at show's
Jumping straight into the fans hands
Van Dam way i kick it on a hype track
Close contact this blood sport that we call rap
I'm tryna be the top dog

hard, dropping sixty in my last game
But I don't play sports, occasionally I'll play ball
But what I mean's I play along and keep on thinking fake

hiking with their ski poles (Excuse me?)

Not tryna ski thats a bitch ass sport
I'm not tryna fall down for 500 a ticket I'm too poor
I still gotta recover

a wet-course permit he
Broke his neck to make a name
The good sport had a bad game

Hit by a gunboat
Picks and shovels
Removed the rubble

The water out there

the throat to me
Then openly
Expressed the notion we
Could elope
Or we supposed to be

Heard her bf stamped
Like a notary's supposed to see
I never mind it

Don't know about you but this world is mine

I don't play by the rules
So I'm good in actuality
Life is kind it cruel
How the hood is a duality
If I'm

my feet work
I don't understand how you don't see you do police work
If you wanna tap in gotta pay the fee first
Want it done right gotta do it by ya

a burner but that boy don't go by Timmy
I'ma bring em' out we turn up BNB out in Kissimmee
Can't be bummy, Cuban look like honey, jitt I feel like Winnie
He

tracks like I'm imperial
I shine and you get hit by my ray like mysterio
You'll be lucky to take my charms like cereal
My songs are all natural, raw

me
I can never leave you
Hit you
Hate you
Hurt you or dislike
I no go ever think it
Make you never think it
I go reduce hood thing
Get you all the good

And ain't nobody notice me
A Curry Case though, let me see that stroke from three
Me gusta sports, muy atléico, but rock Supreme
People think I'm Marshawn

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Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
How do ya do ya
It's so good to see all of you money loving souls out there today
Welcome

One of kind, don't run in a line, that ain't the brand
Gun by the side, I don't wanna ride
Don't make me fam
They cover the signs, to trouble my stride,

even start with the hook
But this time I had a good mind to change up the look
Stepping up every way I flow
Sport Blue 6's on my feet, lyrics on Evernote

I'm from the Lou they crash out for
No reason
Watch where you step or get caught By a demon
Step through a thick cloud of smoke
So you see me
I make

Who you are has to go and find who you try to be
The sport is free to play but no one said that time is cheap
So meet me at the corner of easy street

What's up Brax? You takin' fashion chances - 
With that fuzzy lip wig and your grandpa's glasses?
Hey, welcome to Brooklyn- Good to have you around

the situation clear and abide by the laws
Niggaz frontin in the bull pen pay the cost
It's the motherfuckers that's runnin the place
That will give a cigarette

sport
It's good for publicity too, if I yell from here they'll hear me in New York
Straight to Europe and back to Chicago where I'm chilling smoking

Black sport jackets
They're quickly losing patience
Hot-tempered
Red lax faces
A dire situation
Won't get better

I've come to hate white nights
For

trash
Living life, losing friends and I'm making cash
It's all fair in love and war
I start off each morning by wanting more
I get with the times and I

sirens in the area
Left that bitch with thirty million
Hop on the forty one southbound
To the airport
In the fast lane driving this bitch
Like it's a sport

and rugged sport this is what I love
Sacrificed everything now you’re telling me I'm done
But I never met my goals that last match I should won
Know my body

rock undercover, I'm not a spy
Undercover on my body Bitches comin', bitches plottin'
I know I'm gon' be somebody, I'm makin' money off a hobby
She so