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You'll still be my summertime baby 
Days gone by, haven't seen you lately 
Your picture in my mind got me going so crazy 
Going so crazy, going so

she’s the one

I was dazed, addicted to your taste
You’re sweet caress my hands around your waist
Memories of you go by like a fire fly
Caught up in

Ugh

When my Car go by
I feel so Fly

I aint gone lie
I feel so fly

My drip gone live
Foreign Car crime
Tip-top Ride
Its tick tock time
I cross

Bailing Down the scene
Steppin in my Nudy raw jeans
Keep my laces tucked tight
Get money by any means
Hunnid racks bussing out my jeans
Pink fifties

In October we went on a class field trip
To Crystal River springs
Got on the bus with all my things
And I sat up in the front by the teachers
All

wastes
Imprisoned by every lesson etched in my flesh
Is this my education or my indoctrination?
My sanctuary has become my own persecution
An absent spot

the warden I
Rock that mustache like jim gordon I pull
Up like a drive by you
Know eye for a eye make him
Go bye bye all they
Do is tell lies I spit facts like

So, where should we begin?
Maybe we should begin at the beginning
Sounds fine to me

Dinosaurs came in all colors
They were creatures with

I've memorized
Fix your gaze on me
I need to see your eyes [uh - good god!]

Out in the cold the assassin waits
Armored by love no sword can penetrate

Through thick and thin
From beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
'Cause Queensbridge is in the house
This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out

in
I feel like this life is was made for us we celebrating all these wins
I swear my niggas so dangerous been hated on by many men
Out here trying

Took you long enough to guess that
Wondered if you thought at all
Still the honest man would have to tip
His hat to any swine who could truly
Pull if

the Lord for my niggas and thank Krash with this beat
I thank the Lord for my bitches that I smash every week
I put it all in the guts and now ho go fast

No Master Plan No Master Race

3rd Bass

The Sound of Hip Hop

2017

plan, the masses all struggle
Slug movements bungle, our serpent is subtle
Hatred born in diversity of culture spoke
Ignorance got the last straw,

drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk

La la la la la

I feel alone in a crowded room
Wishing I could run to another place

I'm crawling in my restless skin
Melting into my stoic face

You'd never know by

all my ones/
Shoutout to all my guns/
Bodies in the trunk starting to smell like a skunk/
Replace the spare with a fuckn barrel and a pump/
cir it out

friends, I don't bet with you homie
You ain't talking 'bout profit, my hands stuck in my wallet
It's all good, my slate clean, don't worry 'bout it, I got it

faded 
On the tip of my tongue 
I can almost taste it

Started from the basement 
Now I’m on your playlist 
Patience 
Taught me all about greatness 
Even

sing in the Follies
But thats on a PB tip
You wouldnt want to take that trip
Shoot a nigga in the face with a pump
Hit a nigga in the face with a stick

Word to Mike on the job
A hundred thousand can fall
If you aint careful at all,
Them mfs will crawl
It comes to me entertain
These booties clap in my

envelopes
Never made that much, but did make enough
To hit the record store up and keep my sneaker game tough
Feel me, no homo, Q-Tip was on The Promo
Fast

Pulled myself out my bed & seen the hospital nurse 
Q tips up my nose made me tense up & close eye lids
The next day I found out I had coronavirus 

I Cant

enlightenment i'm pricing it
Rapping is expensive I'm reviving it
With Q-tips for the ear
While I add a bit of Phife to it
Abusing tracks to add a bit of ice