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Keeping me in check got some manners
Hanging all my Bruce like a banner
Allen Iverson I got the answer
We don’t need the rules just check His

that Nick at Night, you bitches think
I'm all that, all that, like
We had to make em believe, they Was makin' believe
I don't wish this for none of my

with

I know you copped that whip
Money don't make you rich, no
This my praise song to the Holy One
Lift your hands on high for all He's done

They been

Pop N****s

Ja Rule

The Last Temptation

2002

the army, don't play that with nobody
Rule, Murder & Gotti
We hittin' bitches like Lowe's be hittin' switches, sixteen at a time
Times that behind with me

here seems to know me name
But just to be sure let's do it again, let's do it again
When I say Schizophren you say Nick
Schizophren, Nick
Schizophren,

When you rap this well a lot of rappers catch feelings
We all want the best, don't let a female kill 'em, yeah
Hard to choose culture over fame
You just

mileage on my sedan
Sippin alkaline H2O like water boy I'm hydrated
Mama said she had faith in me it's all I ever needed
Deep down I know you all for self
I

cuttings
Zane Lowe
You don't want to be second to Zane Lowe
You're looking at Zane Lowe like, are you kidding me

In a good way, I mean, you know, in a good

you don't know when that day had come nigga
'Cause only lord knows that I know how you feel
What we gotta do just to live
We try not to get our cap

lost all that we are

Nick: We were young and times were easy
But I could see it's not the same
I'm standing here but you don't see me
I'd give it all

racks in my pocket, thick bitch, give me head
I got ten racks on me, thick bitch with me
Four-nick on me, big bitch with me
My bitch on me, y'all bitch

Céline
You rockin' the Vans
You rockin' designer, but your fits all wack
Prada on me with the chain on my jeans
CTNB, and it's filled with the C's
Choppa

the way
 

[Verse 2: Nick Ray]
And I don’t know which way to go now from here
With all of these wasted years
(Yeah)
(By the way)

[Chorus 3: Nick Ray]

That we used to do
That's why I find comfort in
Smoking weed in your room
I hope you don't feel all alone
Cuz' I'ma be with you soon bro
I miss you too

She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now

on my mind but I can't overcome
The odds bigger than me, you know I can't assume
I keep quiet, let em talk, but I ain't acting dumb
Imma lowe it all cause

to go to fuckin' Lowe's
All the emo bitches fall for me because my fuckin' clothes
And I know I'm finna get rich doin' motherfuckin' shows
Get in trouble

the dirt you don’t know the feeling
It was cold we cut on the stove
It got hot got to open the window
Money low it fucked up my mental
Get some bow’s then go

causin' all the problems
Baby, believe me I don't want to
Lay in the basement with me like it's 2012
Watch a movie, chill out
Way too hard to tell if you

muted us for years and re-wrote history
You wonder why we aggressive 'na it ain't no mystery

The devil wants me on his team 'cuz he knows I'm sick
He

strange
I know I've been acting weird
But these feelings got me scared
Heart pumping shaking and fear
Without you I am lost, you want that don't worry about

she on the road
Been fucking this dime from time to time but she never know
I kept it real stop fucking with me baby make sure your bag secured
Been all

I can feel it in my soul
I don't want that bitch I told to get back, had to slow down
You can call me Sub Baby, or call me Mr. Lowe
Rather be by

momma, don't got time for drama
If you get too rowdy, kick ya to my partna
Bitches clouded by trauma
All of my issues get handled by Karma
Get out my