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of a lyric from Pink Floyd
The child is grown, The dream is gone
Who do I wanna be when I grow up
I guess we'll never know
I guess
Never know
I guess
Never

at the right time?
Will the limelight shine from the bright sky?
Yo, when he rips the stage,
You'll hear it, his lyrics will hit your face like fists of rage
If

closest friends
Soul's dispensed throughout all of these lyrics, emotions bend
Hey
I ride the waves everyday
I'm going through the trends like teenagers go

these bitches "You're Fired"
I spit the truth
Kill in a booth
Honest Abe
Killed by a Booth
And I keep dropping truth bombs
I call myself a Truman
Dropping

i take you out
And by take you out i mean, kill you
Who's the cutest person on the planet?  still you

You're gorgeous you're gorgeous, light up

or right? 
That's enough politics for the night
It's time to get hyped in this mother fucker! 
Cuz we number one! 
Dom B is providing the lyrics and Thy Young

for the clout
Judgin' by them replays, that real shit been in a drought
Let's talk about it
I was sixteen with big dreams and no streams
Comin' from

Side, do I rep y'all?
Call it confirmed, bitch I living it proudly
My lifestyle, is hectic, surrounded by the things that still confine me
Like a cocoon

lyrics they want me to vibe on
He got into jail, that was a set up
Childhood friend turn prosecutor

Ex girl sending her nudes to get me
Tell Tiwa I'm

By the time I'm into ya speakers
I'm already in ya mind, I've already reached ya
I'm already intertwined inside of this beat, I'm
Never stopping

ambitious
My lyrics are danger I think it contagious
I right and I rap and I'm throwing those pages
My life will be straight and I ain't makin changes
I'm

the verse
Stay sharp like spurs
All I do is shine, no murk
No dark, I constructed this from the heart
Instructed by my father since the start
I depart

Rough 'N' Tough

Robert Ross

It's Rough 'N' Tough!

1984

ROUGH ?N? TOUGH
AKA: Ruff ?n? Tuff
(Music  & Lyrics by Robert Ross)
Verse 1
Well don't you touch me fella cause if I get riled
I know you won't

spitting and barely no recognition 
Kid, I'm not benefitting so rich rapper you don't expect
Don't judge me by billboards or icy chains on the coldest neck

to 
Stand up and take a stance

I said yeah it makes no sense
You've got some great points
Did you get that wisdom in part
By smoking joints
But ever think

“Encore” (Lyrics)
 I don't really like to talk
 I'd rather show it
 I'm stacking up my guap
 Til I can't fold it
 This drip all in my walk
 I can't

Farthing elation exacerbating your hatred
Aching to break the plaster surrounding the inner Daedalus
Watching all of your children get cremated by the rays

idiot its just me
intelligence masked by the silly kid on the beat
Don't be the burning body buddy I'm burning always
You could spark up a match this shit

the devil's leash on me growing like grass
Humping on chicks who didn't take notice of me until I
Circumcised my, to be called by
Evolved to dope (Dope as fuck)

Man I'm a killer on a beat like a sniper on a mission
A real sharp shooter like I'm winning by submission
I got that type of shit that make you stop

the lyrics
We listen to what hurts but we don't wanna to feel it
How you suppose to serve God living like that
We called to a life not get old and fat
Live

You see what I did there?
Taste your medicine
Not that hard
Goin' far
Birth the lyrics, raise the bar
I'm gonna win, it's evident
1, 2, 3, And 4
I know

again
Negative negative no need for trends
You isn't classic your plastic that ends
Losing your friends that were always by your side
Making new friends

lyrics
From isolo to Egbeda
I'm winning where's my medal
Give her cold shoulder change the weather
My mother guides my father
Put d lean in the fridge