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like I was Casper the ghost
See Danny come out the phantom flashing cash in his hands say "you wanna do a feature" not a ghost of a chance
My flow as it

obsessed and you jealous
That's really a big problem
It's giving me infatuated
So i had to dip on em

Now you gone lose out on some money
Trying to keep up

Know we gotta eat, a lil sum in ya tummy
So gon' get them checks
Gon' make ya lil money
Gon' get them checks
But don’t spend it all on stunting

Take you out in one fucking punch, here have a break on me
Why do rappers make me angry
Brains all dead, they sick like gangrene
Lately, I been lazy

For the homies in the heavens who departed,
Looking down like it's alright
A day in the life, I gotta be honest
I thought that I woulda blown up by

let's spin through the opps
I run up to Kay Flock, yeah
He can get popped grrah, grrah-grrah
See Dougie, that boy get flocked, fuck that
Put him in a box

born in a world of vanity, considering buying a rental property to get me out of this misery in the vicinity of a better society
Diversity, uniformity,

I been living like solo man, lone wolf, I don't need no one[00:22.41]But am lying to myself damn I need someone[00:25.33]To hold hands make out in

the streets I don't play by no rules
These niggas is fraud, they think snitching is cool
Catch a opp lackin', back out the tool
My niggas on the blocks, do not

rich 
Every ting me mada want expensive 
Rock star in a me prime like Elvis 
If I make you my baby 
Can we do the unthinkable 
Yeah I'm crazy 
Me hope

Ben gets on a train
Thursday after dark
His ex was cool
But then they lost the spark
He dated a girl
Called Lea in the fall
But it didn't work out

on the radio
You know that we vibin’
Stacks tall, yeah you know
How that money be pilin’
Me and my lady together forever we ridin’
In these streets all day
Will

fog. Put my heart on pause I can't believe it naw. Baby g in the streets, really just wanna ball. Got you inked on my sleeve, pops on the other arm. No

is she lost and found
When I was down I was by myself, now I'm up drop the mic I'm fucking out

by 3’s
Steph Curry 
Sick an’ diseased  
Opps got genital herpes 
I’m a general in the streets 
Hoe please 
Down on
Both knees
Worshipin’ me
Den we

save yourself some time
You know we're being watched
And Big Ben had some offspring
A.I.'s got a foothold
In what our future brings
It can filter our

The Realness

Group Home

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner

1996

no fame
Check it out uh

[Hook:]
"the realness" -scratching

Melachi The Nutcracker ?:
Let me show you what the fucks goin' on in this so called

Ayyyyy. Shit is too smooth
A-T my nigga

You know I got it, my nigga I'm on it, I make these niggas sick to they stomach
Watch out for vomit

Assassinating beats
Like they been marked
Stacking up them Ben Franks
Like we been Smart
Yea I'm off the charts, I'm too big,
I out weigh the scales
I'm a champ,

than
The stories we were taught
Condition by oppression
And I know it's not our fault 
So, I

So, I keep in motion
On some god and more shit

Bring

since a jit
When G scooped me in the big ass whip
Wendell cookin' up in the basement, hits
Lunch table beats to producer tips
Lugo be smackin' that shit

Will it hit
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Oh god got these visions in ma head
Okay I know she telling me I'm wide awake
Yeah I'm in the stu off the Henny rolling

tennis chains, we don't do the diamond ropes
Yeah I'm a young nigga doing my thing, got these hoes falling in love with my glow
Yeah, try one of the gang,

stuck up in my own ways
A hard headed young n' with some old pain
Not to mention that I left the streets you ain't seen sleeps face
Before I hopped up