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your birthday
I thought, that's kinda odd
And beautiful, so I did
Got the first version so wet, barely could read it
So I wrote you another, you said

I don't got shit in my head
But regardless I got to come up with something
So ain't no one to turn it up one time for me in it bruv
So like, here I

like the twenty-second
Come hither when I beckon
Son, you like every hour, you better check-in
Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks
Busting forty-five

I threw em in the trash 
Cuz my baby told me that she had enough of that 
So I'm like fuck it here we go, and you can put that on the starter cap

up,
Come with me and watch come people get done up.
Recking shop just for fun bro, is the motto we life by,
And all I’ve got is my fam, 
So if you mess

And studio time make an album called grind
And then sit back and stack up a milli and shine
Make some out on the road and the hits come in fast
But always be

Welcome to Mr. Robinsons neighborhood
You know what it is
It aint no different form anyone elses hood (boo koo)
You come through here you gonna see

popping off now, shit I've got a real career
Never had assistance, fucking carried myself here
Diamond studded wrist piece with a face that's crystal clear

whats gon' come next
So I gotta take it to ten
You know where I've been
I've been cooking up the best
Got a hole in my chest
That I open to the world when

be fine
We finna have some fun
And if by chance we do come across an alien
I'ma blow his ass away with
This here molecular gun
Set to kill, never stun

dreaded
Use to tell her I love her just to get her legs spreaded
Never been desperate tired of being neglected
By bitches I never put second but they will

just fretful, tryna enjoy my zestful
This shit comes to the mind and flows off the tongue, hope you can handle a handful
Lyrically I'm at ease, now

through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos

Yo, what's good?
We gotta get of here, be outside, we'll be there soon

Please lord, watch over me
I can't do this all on my own, all on my own

Lord

It's raining but no umbrellas is covering fellas
This my reign
When the times get grim we the reaper
When it come to rap albums, this here the Mona Lisa

and crank the volume up until you break the nob
Parked outside a church, have the father screaming oh god
Driving by your block, screaming everybody duck
I

War Witcha Homeboy

Young Buck

Case Dismissed!: The Introduction Of G-Unit South

2006

homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused

Bottle of Humans

Anticon

Anticon

'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come
Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure
No aggression, why they've got to learn,

I'm givin' it to you old school style, no album cover gimmicks,
No intros, no shout outs, nothin' but straight lyrics,
If you in your car buckle

'm still fly
Toyer you should buy a plane ticket to get by
The flows are many though the punches are Pacquiao
This is for my real ones just began here we go

to your door
Come in yo house and fuck up yo décor
I'll act an ass all up on your porch
I'm on that shit like, pass me the torch
Sorry my nigga I just want

really so loud
Only God could time this, bitch I’m timeless no doubt
Lonely times were promised but I’m bout to show out 
When my first album drop it’s gon

everything, had to change my lane, come up with some better schemes
Cause these people ain't listening if they thinking that you're capping
If I said it then I

push and coast while I roll pass by
Fictitious, pathetic raps from idiots
In a city where street cred seems tedious
Monotonously dull underhandedly