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Brodie told me I got five years
I told him get to counting, I ain't got time to waste
Dead end job been taking up my time and space
Uncle Sam been tapping

Labels chasing Youtubers with no songs yet
Thats why half the game winning straight from london
Thats why the soul songs from Adele and Sam Smith
Where

need to tell something"
I can tell girl you've been around-
But I ain't gon' take it from you
Sam Smith I can lay you down woah
Worse off than I was way

got a boat load
She said she’ll love me to death now it’s so so
Deaf, she ain’t hearing me
I tried to carry little Mariah I was J Dupri
Sad shit, Sam

see my times right now

Tryna cut me out but I can't go down
Left the 61 and I ain't go back
When they hear south they all think bout Broward
This

brain I'm trying to hold it all together
But right now I feel the pain because the debt got me stressing
While I'm gripping a Smith and Wesson
I'm trying

Man this is a thrill
I'm the king of pop
Franchise boy how I lean and rock
Bob and weave with the lyrics
I beatbox
Call me bugs bunny ima beats doc.

[Hook]

Oh Shit, It’s blaqman baby
Oh Shit we bringing it baby
It’s Lyric and Lecxs driving killas crazy
105’s and missiles got em pushing up daisies

up the gang know the pack like hounds
Know what the code is 949 
Ain't no pussy gon hit my line 
For real 



the opp boys just turned sam smith,we got

down the interstate
Now I'm so damn high
I can't, I can't concentrate
Panic in my mind got me feelin like I'm runnin' late
But I'm never runnin' late
I

I'm havin' it
For you she extravagant, turn her on like I'm her fossil fuel
He made fun of me in public, I ain't get the joke (Nuh-uh)
I kill the beats

Oh jeez! (Cough) It's Morty stepping
Out independent just
This once and it's going down
Might be the sidekick
But I'm not background material

You got some money
What
So, huh
Nigga, how much you need

About $200
Well, I guess so
What you gonna give me
Craig

Craig
Craig
Can I talk to you for

The Lesson, Pt. 1

The Roots

Do You Want More?!!!??!

1995

And scam like Uncle Sam
I'm never caught up in the glass eye
Of your action cam, 'cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the dough
It's

he smacked me on my ass
The trigger man, I'm crazy like Sam
My skill's so ill like a white chick with a suntan

Check it out now
One for

Khaki Suit

Eek-A-Mouse

Welcome to Jamrock

2005

Ever quick with the lyrics we never quit when we talk
Fi get hit you haffi fit equipped fi spit a fire ball
City fit inna mi grip and me a squeeze it

It didn’t take much for you to take me down did it?
It didn’t take much for you to hurt me like that
Now I’m walking past the place where you said it

my nigga smith (will) 

Popping on xanix x2 ( pop it x2) 
Did a 2  i feel outlandish  
Im freestyling the lyrics just vanished 
Hijo de puta i speak no

Slap it on top peperoni
Get it down quicker chuck me the peroni
Sink that listen to the phony
Too moany
Talking bout giving him 
A scar to the face like

read me and deceive me damn you got it I get it
You shot me down with precision with your pretentious pretending

Aint pose to win it to lose it feel

they'd rather see me livin' in the ditches or imprisoned
Where its incapable to listen to the lyrics that I'm spittin'
Or I'm thrown in the Pacific and get

If they wanna talk back then a pussy get clipped
Click pow yuh pipe down yuh bitch
Try and step to me then its bullets to your clique
Buh boom yuh wipe

wheels don't grip
Catch me in a field by myself
With a Smith & Wesson
And I'm humble but will still make you
Look like a jug of busted wine
I made myself

the instrumental But you cannot beat me!
Imma slap you hard in the face yea right like Will Smith
But with my lyrics cause  my words will  deeply hurt your spirit

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