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funky, tryna get back up
A music-loving man, using talent to get bands
And some fans that demand an album and a single
And then I get some catches and I

to go check it
Talk about it ten years later, always respect it
When I drop the vinyl record, you've got to possess it
Maybe if I stepped back and looked

a album, I can never stress
Over a bitch, I'm too young for that
I took my father by the relationship
He said, don't even trip, just be honest with it

Just

that man a rival, he more like a nice threat
My bars real smart but, I am not no wise man
Nice man, you just got outrapped by a white man
I'm just like

days working in that hat shop 
And I'd, just graduated, tryna figure out life
Just happened to pass by and had our worlds collide
And now I'm back up in

It's Willy on the beat his first fuckin' album
He never wanna play cause he never wanna shout er
Never wanna shout er
Talk about the city that you

Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't

together and I'm back rappin better then ever
Lil fame lil money dat make these niggas hot
Back in the day I woulda tossed yo album like I'm skippin rock

whole life I was picked on
Full of rage man I was pissed off
Surprised when they found out I hit hard
I sit by myself then I drift off
To another world,

I'm coming right back on ya pussy ass bitch
Thank you for my number one hit
(Thank You)
12 views on YouTube oh no
Now look at you ya bozo
You the man

beating
Cus you know lynxx is about to blow
Talk behind my back
Then you try to shake my hand
When the album drops people gonna over stand
Internet haters

, I re-up, got my back like a gun
Not a guest, sure, no question, I get it done
Crash like a hit-and-run and for the funds, you gettin' flipped like

some veggies told my girl it’s ready
Pacman popping pills go wap wap just like fetti
Celebrating life by eating right I don’t need no confetti
They don’t

on the bottle
Closet rockin' hella class
Celebrate accomplishments with bottles
Too many for a glass
So many successful albums
"Supernatural" got me trashed
But

Tonight's da Night

Remedy

Code: Red

2005

backs and buckle knees
Fuck the bullshit, I get down wit the two clips
And do shit, I shoot more shit then the troops hit

But tonight's tonight,

Rap game MJ back
Back for the 3 peat
Don’t sneak me 
Get put under six feet 
It’s so deep 
OG’s watching from the nosebleeds
Ginnobli when I hit my

do you still care
Im not the best at this
Chilling out and on the field
Just where the moonlight hits
Then I tried to grab your hand
Just by flicking

Let’s take it back to ‘99
When I was just a kid, and everything was just fine, it’s like
I thought I had it all
Then I went and wrote this whole

these niggas they kissing they Trippin they all wanna know where I'm at
Hit song tell em run it back
Drop a album man these kids wanna party
Get these

Believe me 
I am unbothered 
When it come to you ni**as 
Cause ima eye the secret eye and then chop it wit jigga 

Who the fuck 
That ni**a is 
Wit albums

call Tyrone
Hit the road Jack
Don't come back I do it on my own
Not gonna get a record deal by giving niggas done
Won't taste it lick it spread it
Fuck

Hatchet Execution

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's

Back tha' heck up,
If you ain't ‘bout His glory then pack tha' heck up, ova' here,
We let tha' blessin' stack tha' heck up,
I'mma get it, and then

a block of parked cars, every Christmas it hit through
Her heart, cause she only had her doggie to vent to

If I could go back, I'd probably ask her to come