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strive today
In the times where niggas turn slime over the price of the paper
The same rule applies handing out some grace
When these dudes tend to lie

know why I keep handing out favors, but lately
I've been working, been learning, been bending over backwards for paper
Thinking again
What I value in

on pinching myself
Will the fear disappear, oh no

It's like a stone hanging over our heads
Ready to blow
Cos this is our time
You've got to believe
That it's

bend a bitch over
Cash before the ass
An I ain't even got to tell her
Like doe getting low
She handing cash like a teller
I been to real for these niggas

y'all really hearing me

It's over for you bitches
And you snake ass niggas
When I tie tie tie it up
I got my tongue slizzered
And my finger

ryu (Whaa)
And she gone hit that n**** in the head then turn him right over
Then I gave her high five like baby girl right on (High five)
And ima go in

of window jumps and kings
Are taking over now I have leave

Where'd you say you got that name tag
I don't remember handing them out
But you've always made it

Nine o'clock
Home alone
Paging you
Wishing you come over
My place
After while
Let me know
We can just keep talking, wait
What the fuck is left here

a plate
These lame ass versions measure pleasure over thanks
Now I gotta take a sec and wait

Friends turn to foe when they no longer need you
Use your

those messages
Just come right over
I'll put the love in making love
Act right for me baby
You ain't actin like yourself lately
Its draining handing you

Let's start this life over
Yea that's convenient half your life's over
Never like Mike, wanted to be like Hova
When we was kids worst fear's getting

and it's gon blast
Yeah I'm going try hard
Every time I play, won't hold back
Handing out these Ls
If you against us, you gon hold that
Way I'm dishing out

The Battle of Epping Forest

Genesis

Selling England by the Pound

1973

(Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting
Over East-End Protection rights)

Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars -

Slept On

Prodigy

H.N.I.C., Pt. 3 [TWEC Exclusive]

Hey yo, my flow burns so hot
I’m cooked like the coke up
Boy it will over scorch you,
Be a soldier on your frontline
I’m wicked with the rapping

on my neck
I don't wanna die to get respect
I ain't ever been
One to ever trip off of that little shit I'm over that
I might knock you off then brag about

Driving over bridges to work everyday
Stuck with folks who have no dreams
And super underpaid
Yeah I'm obnoxious
Monster like the loch ness
Monster with no

handing me out the clues

Somehow the strains of the NYPD choir trying to sing up Fisherman's Blues
Seemed to hang over the onion and pickle, condensing in

over it, even after all of the sluts that I hit
Thought that I was doing something, Thought I had me a good woman
I had enough of that bitch, She

the back
Your face in it
Are you cheeked up
You cuffed up on my bed like you give a fuck
You think you have control over things you don't own
Oh no baby it's

bitches be on me
They take a seat like a sofa
And when my dogs become present
She bend it over like yogi
Like move
Move it like metro
They wanna hook into

staring in the mirror, me
Midway, come over here, I'm handing out fatalities
Oh I'm handing out fatalities
Body's hit the floor, introducing y'all

dictators
Incel brisket
Alt right fuckboys immolated
Exsanguination
Bloodlet cruel ideologies
Butcher the privileged
Legislate my freedoms over your dead body

the currency
What do they see they see it as medicine
If it was true why don't they be printing it
Handing it to all issues I'm dealing with
Fuck all this

Hey yo, my flow burns so hot
I cook like the coca boil-over scorch
Every soldier on your frontline
I'm wicked with the rapping
The sickest nigga