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love Mr. February
Third times the charm said she love it when I'm braggadocios
Grabbed me by the arm told me daddy won't you pull me closer
I don't mean

I woke up thinking ‘bout money today
Hit my bitch off with the stick like I'm Lee
Cuz I know how often shawty feelings could sway
cin't about dollars

did moan
O'er all the mattresses out on loan
Such an enterprising flair
A little trick they picked up somewhere
Lee was the first to smoke, masked her

the Child's Play trilogy
Chucky will be back though
With his bride Tiffany
But that's for another time
Rewind

When I was a little kid
Nineteen-ninety-six
I saw

You want a love song?
It's been weighing on me heavy I wanna take a whole page
This little baby has been lost for days
Savages done peeped

Man I'm only twenty six
But its been a journey
Spent too many bleeding years
Had to hop up off the gurney
Shed too many tears
Weighed down by too

just fate
Could tell you a bitch by your face
Sexy little thang but not faithful
Said she could change but not able
Can't fall in love, that's my gut

timeless, on times, I was, too bent, and way too high man, way too high…
Wasted too much time man, now-a-days, by the end of the night, I'm just tryna grind

Rap game Jeff Van Gundy
Disgusted by the league I love
In rare form because I confronted
All the me’s I was
And told ‘em it was time to
Grow into the me

This is just a little something for the boys
Woo
I got rainbow flows they're whatever you like
With a game so cold I be converting dykes
Watch me

Go for Your Guns

Kool G Rap

Live and Let Die

1992

the jokes 
(Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks 
'Cause nigga you don't want the nine to go (boom) 
Niggaz like Tyson woulda died a long time

You could never see, the wrath
Time for you to feel, the wrath

Another four years, different face, but the same old thing
Getting sick and tired

around in the hallways
Got laughed at by my classmates (Hahaha)
Felt so much pain, it kept me awake
Man, I can’t erase the middle school days (Nope)
Almost

boutique
Takin' time to decide between
Blue pill or the red lets, think
By the time I make a fuckin' decision

A revision time's past, now the shit's antique

Making a Murderer

Black Thought

Streams of Thought, Vol. 1

2018

they can send me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way more than two
You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through
And watch them get

the spit facts

They tell lies
I’m just tryna get by
Strap a zoot get high 
Need to get my head right
Feel like I got less time
Wanna live my best life 

I

to do his own interlude
So they had to get JP to do it
Oh it's funny cause
Oh he's British as well
Fuck off
Do your own interlude next time, bitch
Said

my love 
My heart. Hurts
Running  for his life
All around is pain and strife
You shoot my brother
And you dying by the knife 
Too high all the time

songs I haven't reached the prime

They say I teach the minds to be free without the Hypnotize
I remember I was just a skinny little dude
Walking around

Lee
Man, I'm on Tik-Tok giving my time to y'all
Only time the fans care is when you rise and fall
It's like all my black people want to rhyme and ball

'Babbacombe' Lee
I was born to lead a life of sorrow
I've friends hang their heads in shame
Growing tired and weary of the morrow
Tortured by my terrible name

broke at the time and I couldn't afford it, you know
I was like, fuck, man
Can't afford this, so let me break it into little parts and stuff, you know
Is

People say
These days they feel low
They can’t wait
For a little hope
People come
And people will go
But now and then
A beacon will show
The right

smell a Kiwis trip
Last night I was going in
When it click I go through them
Yall know I'm a family guy
5 am so I got time
By the the time they wake up