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was told I wouldn't make it by this nigga in person
So I got a lot to prove
To the world, to the world
And to my true fan, this one's for you
That's me

Turn On Me

Future

HNDRXX

2017

I got a gift and I'm God given
That's why I'm gon' live like Godzilla

With this dope in my system, I know you gon' turn on me
With this dope in

in the streets
I seen it get hectic (KapeTheGoat)
Money on me, watch me shit on my ex's
I'm down bad so you know
I'm gon' stretch it twenty thousand

my body"
Alan Watts
His last words
If we too can separate our lives
Our consciousness
Our being
Our "selves"
From our body
And live not defined by

I wanna put my Rebox
And get on top of his esophagus
And watch the Appocolypse drop him in Necropolis
Never was menogamus
Doggin is
Your botherin all

Victory

The Countdown Singers

Hip Hop Grooves

1999

fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes
You in

me more than my ex's
I'm just a Carolina baby who been living in Texas
Talkin' land of the Trill where bitches paid to get naked
Nigga trickin' off

I'm flyin' i'm usually high
Get my dick suck by a cutie pie
You sayin I ain't been the
Shit since junior high
You ain't got a truth in ya
Nigga you's

me, would you believe that I catted off
Shout out to my ex, since I dipped, I been well off

Photo shoots at Chickenwaffle, all we know is Peking wok

the wrong path, like you lead by a blind man
What you know about this life? Grindin' all day and night
Pour a deuce in a Sprite, got a doob, need a light

Mrs. Thompson. Come on, let’s go! 

I’m proud to live in America, the Land of Liberty,
 Where there are 50 states in the USA. 
We’re learning all our

Auld Lang Syne [Millennium Mix]

Kenny G

Faith: A Holiday Album

1999

Time"

"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot." 

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by

And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh

(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch

threes
Demons killing with ease
Got us chained by our feet
Got us sweat in the heat
Begging just to be free
Yuh
We just locked with no keys
Got us working

in my backpack

 
I do this shit for the block
I do this, I do this shit for the block (x2)


My cup full of Texas, purple swag like I’m from Houston

Keep the stick I'll fuck your bitch rhymes
Sickening that you live by such a petty code
Meanwhile I'm ready go when it's tip time; lay it on the line

Triple X

Too Short

What's My Favorite Word?

2002

dressed her up and played the road 
But all my niggaz out in Texas say the bitch is throwed 
She snort coke, rollin on them triple stacks 
Rated X in

posted up behind that glass
Texas what it is, light reflection on my wrist
Looking like a section, of the complexion on my chick
I don't need a click, all

right
Gotta have you in my life
Yeah you know I'm with it
Baby I ain't kidding
Told you everything in my mind and my business
Tell it how I live
Imma pull

fluid 
I live my life through my music 
Hop out in the newest 
All that i know is stay true to this
How I move through this game I'm so lucrative 
Caught

mighty for maricons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell's fire, I never lie,

choppin’ wood in cold weather
The go getter
And I’m lickin’ my chapped lips
I’ll keep on swingin’ til a
Disc in my back slips
My ex called me callous
(at

you'll ask me to put you in my posts)
Who am I though, version 9, young and getting money
On the way up to my prime, still an optimist or something
23, all

Took off on em cuz he know that he can't handle this
E-way and I'm speeding u could tell by all the damages
He said he want smoke but no he don't cuz