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of
All time, known by the acronym, GOAT
And by at the end of this dense
Poetic verse, which just dropped on Friday
Jay admonishes his would
Be judges
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
break till it takes eight years to start over
Made it from a small town to be raped by downloads
Living in Westlake my neighbor was found cold- murdered
Now let me holler at you partner, spit this game
In you ear for a minute, quit complaining
'Bout how you can't spend it 'cause you ain't got it
You
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggas dyin' by my
Ooo Heh heh, Oh, what we're living in, let me tell ya
It is a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big that should be small
Who can tell what
up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
'Cause I can't get much wronger
Man, I've been waiting all night now
That's
Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
broads under the palm tree
Just convinced her to skip town, just her and me
Hit the P and bank, exchange my currency
Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be
motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah (nigga, what)
You still can't fuck wit me
Loko
Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle,
IM BORN TO BE A STAR! poses i need some fans
Sings we are the crowd we are c-coming out
Got my flash on it’s true
Need that picture of you, it’s so
tuck in your chin
Pail by your bedside
Now the breathing begins
Oh, oh God
Just let me get through this last one
If you let me make it
If you let
tuck in your chin
Pail by your bedside
Now the breathing begins
Oh, oh God
Just let me get through this last one
If you let me make it
If you let
biggest fan
This is Stan
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
Oh, I can't see at all
up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
'Cause I can't get much wronger
Man, I've been waiting all night now
That's
friend
Now if you ever need me I will be right there
I ain't going nowhere, for real"
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love
I'mma steal this land
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black
were sinking while you in the dune buggy
I gotta graduate, get 18, and honest
And I'll be glad we made it, 3 years up, on this
Skipping class, have some
you do)
I got feelings
Yeah, I feel it in my spiritual
I remember us being in my room making my own visuals
Oh my goodness, man I did this for
Still banging with the crew I came with
Westside Bad Boy, I can't explain it
Sipping on Don, nigga love being faded
Sitting on fours, living
hat!
All you're giving now
Keep that thing making now bouncing about the club
Who want ladies is living now
Make it where this mother fucker, they
I’m bout to vibe, trust in the rock
Glorify God, never gone stop
Man I’m yearning to be perfect, can I do this? am I worthless?
It’s a struggle, I’m
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