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quoting 1st Corinthians in advocating gay love
For the record Macklemore, I don’t hate you
I’m just a radical thinker that’s trying to educate you
Cause if

f*ck what you’re telling me
This boy's so clean you can tell by the smell of me
Danny P I got bars like a felony
Dissin' me and you might just get hit

to f*ck me first before she think she getting cash, woah
We up on the highway on the left lane moving fast, woah
She just want to f*ck, I'm just steady

just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's

own fame.
Wanna make my own monies
Like my name is Lil Wayne
Makin millions.
Pushin through the smoke
Make it to the top
Like I’m mates With Eminem

fame.
Wanna make my own monies
Like my name is Lil Wayne
Makin millions.
Pushin through the smoke
Make it to the top
Like I'm mates With Eminem.
(Yeah,

Yet suddenly i rumble
Growin up i never had a city
So i stayed inside with Eminem, Dre and 50
I don't need a place for me to rep
I was raised by a place

I knew from the start, I shoulda stuck to my gut
That betrayal was like a knife that you just stuck to my gut
You know that when the guy who ain't

Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper

Caused by the money be making a nigga to Ball like it's nothing
And got all these shorties they begging Attention
I'm all in my bag
Nigga I can't give a f

Somewhere on a tropic island

Somewhere so far away that I don't give no f**** I'm wilding

I'm full of life no matter what I woke up early smiling

clways

Remember the Name

Eminem

No. 6 Collaborations Project

2019

open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50

the plug
Ya so they chase me down
I make rounds
Get in line you can hate me now
Cause I don't really give a fuck boy
I'm in a rush boy
I gotta get it
Every

mean that
Don't need any feedback
I just need my green back
I just lean back relax and spit a clean track
Beat slaps and I promise that we'll be back

to give that nigga a call'
(Its GNG my ni**a, better pick a side quick)
See my pastor had a version' (Yeah)
Yeah she knew I was gon be a preacher' (Yeah)

Humble beginnings still I give a fuck how you're feeling
Just don't judge the life that I'm living
I got a new thing for winning
So fuck coming

Couldn't even walk
Ma heart in rehab
It's broken
Feel like cupid shot me
Wit da f.n
I don't need no new friends
Go to war
For da family
All of my steppas

I don't give a fuck about opinions or the pot you wanna stir
I'm just doing me while my homies will alert
They gon tell me if you stepping on my turf

my wrist they looking so clean 
Gun in my duffle bag 
Put an opp in a body bag
I'm on the spot like cash app
Pop pop just like that
Ooooh who hotter

multiply that sh*t
By a dozen ways I make it so my clothes stay crisp
And I get alotta pu**y give a f**k boutta b*tch
My ice go drip drip drip on a b*tch 
(I

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

Oh yeah by the way literally every clean version of a song 
I'm ever gonna make ever is gonna have a meme in it so in it so in it so

say you
Something you ain't and now
Got to come prove it to us
I'm the focus but my name
Should've been mister don't
Give two f****, my brothers
With me

man, I don't give a F (ooh, ooh)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette (bah, bah, bah)
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola