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On my grind for life
Someone tell em I ain't gonna change
I'm still their son alright
Someone tell em that this young
Boy's promising to be wise

(Turn it up)
If I get the call I tell 'em say no more
World keep actin' cruel so we dont show no love
Chillin' by the pool, yeah we cool (oh lawd)

Call Ticketron

Run the Jewels

Run the Jewels 3 [LP]

2017

ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid

You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground,

The Player Way

Eightball & MJG

Tha Remix Album

2005

the drop 
Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it 
'Less there's TV's in it 
I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat

you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it

95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing, neither
That ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No

Beepers

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Bust a Rap

1990

if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he

D.A. got that dope
Ay, yeah

Tell your friend she invited (invited)
And I know she gon' like it (like it)
Pull up to the gate, it's private

Accident Murderers

Nas

Life Is Good [Deluxe Edition]

2012

by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took

Slow ya roll 
Slow ya roll 
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll 
Slow ya roll 
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll

Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll 
Oh boy, yeah

I'm just a country boy
Sitting on a midnight train
I don't care what they do
I'm gonna do my thing
Somebody lift your glass high
Tell me if you feel

a nigga momma cerebellum
And they ain't ridin' man they tell them
I been slidin' with a 7, all titanium
Big boy sound
Jump around with a flame in 'em
Me I

to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories

letting me forget I'm just a fuckin clown
Boy let me tell ya, he's a real tough crowd
It doesn't even matter how hard I try
It's never, ever good enough for

more, call me Gold, Cuz I'm way more than a mind, body, and soul
My identity was stolen, they ain't bring me on the boat, I got crossed out by the people

box"
"Okay, hey, yo Nick'"
"Yo?"
"Yeah, shorty out here want want, um, a number three"
"Oh, aight, tell him to come around to my window, I got him,

I'm ready

Love my team, I'll die for them niggas, ahh
(Real rap) hating-ass niggas in my circle
Had to cut 'em out (Cut 'em)
Gold-digging-ass

Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts

Joan Baez

From Every Stage

1976

and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink
And the hangin' judge was sober,

Life of a Thug

Jaheim

The Makings of a Man [Clean]

2007

played many games, hurt by many girls
Been all around, lookin' for love but no one to trust
I been locked down with the big boys, see I changed now

potato, ughh, I had some toast
Nana eats a mean banana, she ain't handin' me no line
And you should see the boys, she makes 'em boast
We've been whalin' 'em

That's too bad She gotta go 
Tell that bitch huddy
Now she really mad
Cuz her nigga want me 
That boy wack He just want me cuz these racks on me

Me

La La Laaah)
If we Spottem we Gottem, We BeatBox em
Catch em lackin' we spun round his block coz that boy said he been bout it
(HeBehBaby)
Guess we

beat him up
Tell em knuck if you tryna buck
Then beat him up if he actin tough
Ain’t no one on ones when it come to us
Try Greg Davis and you outta luck

like SZA, got big boy diamonds, I'm making em' sing
Hella hoes, hella hoes
And I'm counting hella O's, hella O's
I gave em' their daily dose, daily dose

complacent 
Niggas run up to me hella fake like boy I love yo tunes
Then they change up on you like how niggas in they wardrobe do 
Tell you they gone hit you