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Magic City Monday

Future

Magic City Monday

in them Rolls, the ones that come with chauffeurs
Who the fuck the DJ? He playin' all my hits
Say who them niggas puttin' on? Bet they got all

'cause it's nothing I does this
All fucking day long

Richard i've got the juice like Bishop
You're not vicious
You're in a team full of fibbers
Boy Better

helps me be Both the good and the bad cop
My glock ain't no fuckin pistol It's my vocal strength
I'm gon get you in my scope With my focal length

Like we always do it this time
Gotta go for mine
Yungin gotta go hard
I'ma keep grinding
Bet not cross that line
Ain't nowhere to hide
So if you want

crashes get to choose

Go faster boy you bastard better move
So you can live your life for more than booze

Lose or win
It doesn't really matter
Who's

get to choose
Go faster boy you bastard better move
So you can live your life for more than booze
Lose or win
It doesn't really matter
Who's the king?

The Curse of the Gifted

Wale

The Gifted

2013

And I'm tired though
And I'm high too
But it's like my music made these niggas turn they pride to fool
Yea, ye ain't even gotta love us
But you better

You've heard of
Choose your next words
Wisely Persian
Im Spartan like
Not the modern version
The Madara version
I'm still shopping
At Burlington
Go head

Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin'
Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
No option if you froze up, always play the offense

Lose a Hoe, Gain a Hoe

Brotha Lynch Hung

24 Deep

now ya know
if you lose a hoe gain a hoe

who's the pimp it ain't that nigga that's hoeing
fucking got stuck on sprung with the bitch ya you know em

my name
But it sounds better when you do
What’s better than you, who?
Let me know
I gotta know
I scare em off
You turn me soft
You turn me off
By being

head I know you taking hits at me
You playing with fire, getting dissed by me
Grew up in the gutter like Pennywise
Had to leave the refrigerator open

Cuts

Cex

Tall, Dark & Handcuffed

the nursing home on fire, made all them caveman bands retire
I dare you to put out a full-length CD, I won't buy it

My name's Rjyan, I'm not divine, not

, yeah you're only you)
You're defined by what's inside
You should get to know yourself

Don't allow society to tell you who you are
Don't let your past

with the ladies, while evading, punks and haters
the varing length of lines, guiding you out of boredome, don't for get about our hero, and here's

challenges
I gave up on the romance I wasn't chasing after it
But if it happened naturally, who was I to say no
By this point you know how the story goes
Nat

became the better version

Of the version everybody thought was a better version

And rap is the reason to kill

It’s murder the bars, murder the tender

I became the better version
Of the version everybody thought was a better version
Shit, hm
And rap is the reason to kill
It's murder the bars,

Hell

Santigold

Long.Live.A$AP

2013

soon
See the situation we sophisticated goons
I know you live by the gun then you die by it too
Niggas call me prophecy, swagging and philosophies

on the internet, watchin' his interviews
I don't know what the fuck lately got into you
Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder
Forgot all the shit that I did

racks
Fucked a thick bitch hit it from the back
When you talk about legit I better hear straight facts
Or you seeing straight gats I bet yo whole face

and the rubber ball, 
A rubber ball full of rage 
T T T Take me back, help me get back to my Sugar Smack

They said clean would make it better but I miss being

came out to nine oh you fuck with nine
When niggas say when you ready
Spin on your block with them cutters and
We gon' see who be steppin'
He say he down

yourself in. My position then, do a better job by intermission when
You been chasing from the get. Neglect, when you can count days that you slept
Let it go