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A Hard Year

Josh Joplin

Jaywalker

2005

year 

Front-page pictures
Are already old
The dishes sit in the sink
Seven long days
Spent in bed
And I haven't slept a wink

A new

Bring the K to the door
13 years old, hand-me down clothes
Couldn't fold under Bo
7 years old, runnin' through the O
Pickin' my nose
Jumped in front of,

niggas
Y'all wasn't really sliding with me but it's still a couple people who Ain't let me down yet

This is not one of them pull up Back in bitch im

my life Everyday
Like it's Payday
If i Flip it by the point
That 10k in 10 days
Swipe a couple Cards
Triple Double on the same day
365 24/7 get Payed

from wrongs
Thoughts floatin' out my brain, you won't catch me write a song
Three-five, three-seven, you won't catch me light a bong
'Rilla on my

..Said bitch don’t talk to me 
I only speak guapanese 
I made so much money last year 
And I’m on what degree 
So cold on no degrees 
Chain feeling

Say he's smokin' Rick, We get down on him, run down in the street
We don't do no drive-by, slide-by We just run down, take your heat
Say you wanna

Pillow Talking

Brain

Professional Rapper

2015

the subject
Ok
(This bitch don't know about Pangaea, uhm)
Brain leave it alone
I'm starving, are you hungry by chance?
Oh my god I'm so hungry
Yes, do you

them Xans, I was thinkin' 'bout killin' myself
Made a bond with another nigga bitch even though it was time to bail (it was time to bail)
When it's his

sticks, and cook they ass the Ocky way
Got this red dot, like Chicken Pox, put it on ya face
Bitch, we bend blocks, them bullets fallin down the autumn way

Nigga for Hire

Hard Knocks

School of Hard Knocks

1992

rapes and drug deals
9 times out of 10 their own color they're killin
Pullin his piece on seven year old children
Gimme a break, these types need coffins

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah mane you know what I'm sayin' mane (Ayy)
It's Downer mane in this bitch mane (Yuh, yuh)
I'm Alexa, here's addict twenty-seven

years old with a rocket
Niggas in my city aint slidin', I know some niggas who really be putting in work
And them niggas done caught em a body, baby I'm

a sec
Bitch nigga ass on, I'm about to bring plex

It's war
So I'm bout to get to spitting on bitches
I'll leave the weapon on the flo'
So I'm shitting

cauterised
By years of useeless heartache
Every shallow nights reaction sounding twisted up and wrong

These last years
Years gone down to the showtime

new drake
Hop out
This Art class
Get his face paint

I quit the drank
But I lied
I just slowed down
Fuck a drive by
We hop out
This a walk down

I'm

still wasn't doing it
Now I kick back with the homies and just down me a 40
Like fuck these hoeing tricks
Duke be in the cut he rollin' spliffs
Crack

her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you

tap
I'm wanted peeche pada priest hai
Don't matter if I fuck a girl in a tub or across the seven seas
Either way it's a Sin bath
Fr down bad, I sin bad

This ain't even my
First day woke
Start my day
With seven grams of the smoke
Blunt fat like Leon's jaw
And that's for sure
Hard body
I've been solid

better, than regular whoever
Weather getting colder now, goodbye, bitch, whatever
Never dumbfound by a hoe, so confident, you never know
What was going

You left me with a 7 year itch
cs loyal as your mother
Break in to smother your lover
But honestly I can't bother
Cause your made for the street
 Your

you're goin' harder
Yeah it's sewage day, your place is crass
Your face is trash here I am

You're too late, always gear seven
Yeah no yeast, (what) still

win the race
If you can't beat em join em best you get onto my team
Cause it's a cruel defeat if you ever try compete
I've warned you already bitch I'm