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never gone vanish

While everybody be outside I'm going in
Shit got me on 12 make more than a 10
Made me who I am I came out the den

Green light go

Lay the path view all the plots
What do you do when the music stops
What do you see when the lights go out
What do you hear when you fight the power

Bumbell

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura
By the power

of social media
Don’t want to spread the truth to come out like a encyclopedia
Wonder why I make love songs when I have love for myself
I know that I’m single

that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black
Tryna make a mil in it
I'ma let 'em shuffle when I cut it
Got to deal with it when I got it
Put my homies

See, men like the power
It makes them feel powerful in the rush and they nuts
And then they dick when they have them fast cars like that
It just

put a little S.W.A.G. in my practice
Teach you how to make a silver spoon out of plastic
You can either sink, swim but I'm askin
Disobeying God how you

don't talk about no music
All my clothes exclusive
Spin move your ho, elusive
Put the dope on the road, that's lucrative
Then make it back home,

what he finna do[00:45.18]Said he need a queen, that's why I'm ridin' in a Bentley coupe[00:48.12]You a queen need a king, hold you down by any

who you are
I said I make music so what of it? (What of it?)
She gon' fuck me, then goes out on the road
Miss independent, making money on the low

she giving up cat
Make the wrong move and im blowing the strap
I make sure all my plugs in tact (No cap)
I been out cheer I been ready 
My hoodie down

with the money
Looking good on a sunday pulling out when i flex
It's customized rolex diamonds dancing vvs bless
I used to dream that i was pushing

If God, Then God
By: C.O. of Idol King 

If God created 
The universe with age created 
Everything out and in it 
In six days He stated 
Then

up my payroll
It’s all fun and games
Give me lemon bitch I’ll make you lemonade
Trying to take food out my son’s table
I’ve been on that good life,
I

love
You could keep it

Could make the pack flip
Like a acrobat

Catch me play
Like I huddled up

Out early morning
They cuddled up

They sleep while

yeah
Ain't nothing like these boys no they ain't like that yeah
When a nigga swing them rods
You can't get your life back
We done swung out stolen cars

the way that I spit got these niggas shook
Might fuck up they bitch and make these niggas look
The more they see beyond me the more they love
The more they

the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady with rabies
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in

Hang with my n***a, no slave Wakanda, now days, the real is hard to find him
Jump in that water, we rods no fishermen Real lines on my hook like

person, I'm believin'
You know I'm seein' day to day the things you do
You make way to make it through to make it by
Anytime we gettin' high, we gon' fly

Summer Jam

Set Your Goals

This Will Be the Death of Us

2009

Baloni got away."
"I'm just trying to get my smoothie on, dawg."

Even as we get older
We can do it all over
Make our own plans and score the music

They don't make it where i'm from
But they tell me i'm the one
Big smoke in my lungs
Weed coming by the ton
Lately I been in my bag
Sauce dripp'n

serve it whole
It all gotta go
Make a killin' off the
(Drugz)
I’m useda feeling like I am alone
So I be cool by myself
I useda question my wealth
but now

taught fuck 12, we can't depend on them they trained to kill
Officer took a kneel, killed a man right in front of our eyes for real
And He still free, that