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Word to Jay Givens, cos people catch feelings
When you talk about something that you see missing
No accountability cause people don't like you
And I'm

Dropbox
Got holes in my shoes cuz I walk lots
Spend all my money on Juul pods and Pop Tarts
Going broke by the end of the month
Just smoked and I'm finna

down, I won't go that far
Yet but I'm not afraid to say what y'all are thinkin'
Blow your mind like JFK and Abe Lincoln
Even if I were to hand you the pen

really don't know why Lon likes you, I really want to fucking fight you, but I won't

stoop to your bullshit, you are dumb, bitch, kill yourself with

the greatest 
But I shy, away from my pride 
But I don't care 
I just keep doing this shit and ride 
Jay-Z maybe 
I didn't get to where I got to by being lazy

and said "f*** it, I got something to gain"

Need my name and face on billboards I used to ride by
Shotgunnin', earbuds in, plotted on my time
I'm from

ass back home
AR's them choppas is what they blast on
Learning how to deal with a broken heart
I'm learning to put my cast on
I know that these niggas

Elizabeth Short
Was bisected
Cut into two
What you're about to witness
Are the share holders of these separate parts
Deadly as sin
There's nothing

get my free on like AC
And just maybe talk to a lady, off by a lake we listening to Jay-z
And you could hate me God knows I'm hot 
I'm like bad Broadway

when a man decides to lift and hold his head up high to the sky
To realize the stars are realigned, above all the moment is his to shine
Back the talk,

Kravitz
You blocking but not Dikembe
I'm blocking out what my friends say
I'm knocking the KRK
I'm spock wit a bit of Jay
Inspired by tracks like Grindin

wanna have a real nigga standing by her side
Or does she wanna go to raves probly end up gettin raped
But alright it's finally a girl who wanna talk
I'm

Reminisce

Criminalz

Criminal Activity

2001

[ VERSE 1: Spice 1 ]
I'm reminiscin about my nigga [Name], man, he was shot 30 times
You know my nigga Jay, well, he was stabbed in his sleep and I'm

on that
You a actor let's see you perform that
I got a plan lemme show you the format
R.i.p dmx, i'm on a bmx spinning on niggas let's see where ya dogs

on any dates with
I'm sick of being in the bottom of basements
It's like 50 Nas and then Jay said there's means to my dreams
I gotta want it and chase it,

Flow through every rough
More scared to die by adapting like the rest
Than dying pushing myself to the ultimate
Most who got it are scared to cock it

chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka,

mi vida"
Yeah she tell the truth and , I'm playin my English bitch hear this sayin "boy you stupid"
Fuck Kona ice rather go and fuck Jay Z's wife
No

I feel like I'm on the come up things are looking bright now (aye)
I've seen way too many rainy days I'm ready for that light now (aye)
Lost the love

lebrons and jays
I came to school with fake slides and they clowned for days
But that's where they found they identity
But see that fragility just ain't

scenarios
Elevates you above them
Where I'm from we hate the identities we are
Given 'cause there's nothing
Inspirational about them
So we create alter-egos

can see Jay do it a bit
Or inside an ok hand sign with the triple six
Yes, the name of the Beast
And still, y'all follow these so-called ∆R†!S†S
Like

smart, I'm impressed by your remarks
Just remember, don't ever let them tell you who you are
But Ashli got something on her mind
She's Little Miss Boy

Y'all are so fake you're not fooling the rest
Speeding down on Sunset (Yeah)
Running around like I'm undead (Oh no)
Writing the papers like an op-ed