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Fedora
04:01
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Swagging on em meet with bosses
What a nervous feeling
You better look em in the eyes
And keep it off the ceiling
It’s never personal
Business is business ezwider
Help me ease the rage
While scheming to get richer
Lobster for the generals
And captains eating steak
The soldiers eating crumbs
On a corner
Probably out of state
They selling it too bums
You know the type
Who eat then scrape the plate
Get pat down ever 60 minutes
3 hours in the Sunken place
Topic of discussion
When it’s silent there’s a rat
The first one to speak
He won’t even see it is getting clapped.
I see this all before
The two that was next to me got whacked
The boss walked in
I told everyone
Just relax
Celebration
Said we got the city off our backs
Congratulations,
No sooner after
____ screamed out facts!
He was on his back
Stretched out
Leaking from his hat.
This life I live is sorta of like the movies
The piece shit suit
Fardora hats
Just smoked a Lucy
You want to live the life
I live
But you a groupie
Fardora hats
In black and white
Puffy on Lucy
Keep it on you
Not even if you want too
The demons still will haunt you
Wrap the body up in cordboard
Oh what vivid picture
Saw this on my tv screen
Mike screaming billy jean
Dancing grabbing on his jeans
Tried to be like us
Then got rushed
Until he did that lean
Millions coming in
Thanks to the black community
Sold out when he changed his skin
Too black for his neighbors and motello
Was the middle man
Coca-Cola paid him m’s
Right after the Ragain era
Third eye open
With a birds eye approaching
Got some nerves I know it
What’s the word
Keep your mouth shut
And eyes open
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2. |
Honda
03:20
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Fuck the cheesey hooks ...
Let me talk to you
I been on fire
Spitting heater after heater
Word to Mona Lisa
Came up out the dirt
Now we sitting at the bleacher
Lifting up her skirt
This game
It will change yah
Have you meeting stranger
Some showing love
Some niggas wanna hang yah
So I move alone
Cause The love is never real
Never falling off cause I always keep it real
If you been boss
Then you know how hunger feel
I might get back
But for now imma
Chill
Talk to my queens
Teach em how to build
If I had a son
I would show him how to kill
Cause niggas act tough
Till you show em how it feel.
Walk with a thug
Toating the steal
And I came from the ghetto
So I know how to steel
Motherfucker
This ain’t for a benz or a truck
Ride with a nigga in Honda Accord
Hand on my tool
While I’m breaking the law
Send shots
Double back
It’s on when it’s war
-—.
I don’t need a team to let mine off
Violate
You’ll get a dying date
With your dogs
I could rap like I’m fresh out the psycho ward
Or I could kill niggas
You ain’t know physco boy
And that bitch ain’t fly
You got on Micheal kors
And yo niggas ain’t loyal
They all type of whores
I don’t Fuxk with
No niggas that’s puss
Cook these niggas like Chinese restaurants
Dogs and puss
I don’t show love
Why cause these niggas is fake
I don’t hold grudge why
Too much food on my plate
Nuggas could hate
But faggot get that look off your face
I been down for a minute
Now I’m back on my feet
Sneaking dissing ain’t good for you
I opens door
Little nigga what’s good with you
You feeling poor
Strugggle with daddy issue
And your momma was a whore
Niggas feeling some way
Cause I’m bullying the boy
Fuck am suppose to do now
Feeling the pressure
Screw how
Niggas feeling like bitches
I’m treating them like a new born
A soldier
Never leave the battle field
I pray to god
I never learn how
Catching led feels
I’m from the town
No not Oakland
Gunhill chill
Many died
Many peeking out from cold steel
Baby mothers
Left alone
With the whole bill
Saying prayers
Ain’t helping
We need doctor Phil
But we black
White America
Ain’t tryin hear it
They think we all
Living great like Tyler perry
That’s another topic
Transparent shit is kinda scary
I pray Mary
John the Baptist
Lord forgive daily
Appreciate it
How I talk to you is so amazing
You never play me
Ask my question
And you never say shit.
God Congratulations
I finally made it.
The Most hTed.
If you knew better you would
Never fuck with mine,
I could shoot the five
But I’m better with the 9
Neef ah bitch
Im suppose to touch cheddar
A lot of niggas hate
Change they faith like they Betha
This game
It will change yah
Have you meeting stranger
Some showing love
Some niggas wanna hang yah
So I move alone
Cause The love is never real
Never falling off cause I always keep it real
If you been boss
Then you know how hunger feel
I might get back
But for now imma
Chill
Smoke blunts too the face
Like I’m holidays styles
And punch punks in their face
If they try to act wild
This ain’t New York it’s ct
I moved from New York to ct
Somewhere sweet low on HD
You can’t see they don’t love you
But I’m jay z
Talk that fly shit
But y’all do t get it till I’m swazzzy
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3. |
Juice
03:21
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Nigga I’m trying to get paid
More money more problems
Please stay out my way
You gotta a problem I’ll solve it
Black gloves and some cartridges
Automatic or revolver
Catch you slipping you goner
Drinking some porridge
And reason with killers
Back home call em bad mon
In the states call it gang gang
Out west niggas gang bang
East side
You vibes nugga we outside
Same spot where Malcom x died
Vest on don’t get chastised
Asking you questions
Like bitch what you repping
My niggas will send you a message.
My town when you check in
You better tote weapons
Cause vultures will rain on your blessings
You better be stepping
Like this Armageddon
Or you can wake up
Right in heaven
I don’t want to stress you
But look at my kicks
That cost a head shot
Rocking designers
By stella McCartney yeah
That made her bed rock
Keep goings till the bank stops
We don’t par with no mat lock
Waste man we don’t hang with those
We don’t drink lean
We smoke fanta
Twist up
Get you fixed up
Deal with mix up
You get nuff slaps
Cool running where the love at
Two hundred for the dad hat
Two hands for the most high
Got a couple gz on the nasdaq
Hey
I rather get paid
I’ll give you all of the fame
Rappers get treated like slaves
Your favorite rapper just gave you chain
Your label robin but you getting some change
You on a rope
And I understand how you feel
No I don’t I’m just being real
Here’s a few things I wouldn’t do
Spend 350 on a tennis shoe
Fuck a bitch in a swimming pool
In a Benz or on a roof
Trash vibes that shit ain’t cool
Women like that shit aint cute
I got the juice
Packing the Mac in the back of coupe
She gave me roof right in the back she put her mac
And left stains on my fruits
Doubling back
This is that mafia rap
Drizzy and gucci
Will give you dap
Approaching man loosely
Will get you a bax
Moving too close will get you a nap
Look
Man don’t chat we just move the tings
Hey can’t go back
Man that’s slack
And hedition tings
I got a piece of dat
She said she ain’t eating dat
Suck mon teeth for dat
Bad like mr super cat
This that boom bap
Bitch get fed mad soup for that
Geez old man
Don’t mean to be this frank
Your aura stinks and you got no swag
All your clothes are Rank
I’m dripping on em what you think
All I smoke is dank
I’m donatello with the stick
Keep it on the waist
And they can’t find me
If they find me I’ll be out of state
Just for practice
Want to whack you
But I’m out of shape
Grab on my toolie
Smoked a Lucy
Told me I can wait.
God damn
God damn
Hey
I got the juice
Hey
I keep a blicky to blaze sum
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4. |
Rage
02:40
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Ain’t got no hoe in me
If you think your smart
I’ll keep unloading heat
A soldier bleed
Take his last breathe
Before he blow at me .
You know I’m bout it bout it
I’m from the gutter
Where you never sleep
Get a gun if you trying to eat
Or you gonna finnally meet
Your maker in your foreign v
Head wide open I’m from Gunhill
Leave him with his eyes wide open
With the dumb grill
We trying be like ta ta and hov em
Pow pow hit the floor with tide and some sodium
Polish that
Grab the machete and the laundry bag
Copy that
Smoking
Blue dream
Sipping on the yack
Pull up and floss
Flex on em
Talking greazy
Put a check on em
Aim for the neck
If a vest on him
I been a threat
Put the bets on him
Know I’m flaming all the beats
Get him on a leash
Know a nigga head hunting
Shorty dressing like a freak
Put her on a leash
Catch you slipping
Blaze something.
OHH
BREEZE BLOW
THROUGH HARDTOP
NEVER CATCH ME SLIPPING
GRAB THESE WHEN THE DOOR KNOCK
YOU BE POLICTING
WE AINT POLITICIANS
DOG STOP!
Funny that you listen
Got no pot to piss in
Yeah I’m on a mission
If you tied of living
I could find a pigeon
If you like designer
Finer linen
Get some women
Bout they business
Stalk you like John Lennon
Pop pop pop pop right
In front tenements
Y’all know who did
Depending on who’s
Blue
Sinning
Blue clues
Put the paws
On dudes who move timid.
Hook-
Look I’m a boss
You shouldn’t cannot talk
If you’re ever standing next to me
Look at my ring that’s the recipe
Look I’m not feeling your energy
Dog you want food
I got pedigree
I pulled up you fronting
We end the discussion
This. How we ride on our enemies
⁃ hook-
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Keep it one hun dun
Never lacking
Nas I gotta gun gun
Gotta have. One
Keep it on me
Never know
When your time come
While living this life
Well you can imaging
Not seeing tomorrow the same
Grab me a bottle
I’m back
Ease. Up
You need to relax
Rolled the weed that a fact
Adidas with sneakers to match
I don’t know what is a cap
Ace my nigga how cold is that
Boss up
Make all kind of moves
Drippy stay grippy
In dinighers shoes
I stayed down with my dogs
I paid my dues
Lickle yute
I was a fan of the chocolate Dutch
Then we started using fonta
How we rolling up
Getting higher pass the lighter
We gone burn it up
You a nunesense
Laugh if it’s two of dem
Straight waste man
Hit your gyal with the
Supligent
Super bent
Rayandneph
Turn me to super man
Lasting all night in your girl
And I ain’t seen her since
Look I’m a boss
You shouldn’t cannot talk
If you’re ever standing next to me
Look at my ring that’s the recipe
Look I’m not feeling your energy
Dog you want food
I got pedigree
I pulled up you fronting
We end the discussion
This. How we ride on our enemies
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5. |
The Bakery
01:58
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Rock your body to the base
I see you got them hating staring
At your face again
You looking good
Everybody wanna taste
Showing off the cakes
Got me
Feeling the baker man.
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6. |
Shamwow
02:51
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You let a pimp be a pimp
And trick be a hoe
I’m bout my money
Mother Fucker thought
I told you before
See I be pimping
Never tricking
Let a hoe a hoe
It’s all good
Fuxk what they be talking
Bout,I’m blowing my smoke
See I was raised by some pimps
In far rockaway queens
Way before the music
I was doing my thing
A lil nigga with no
Hope
In the family biz
You a trick
Blowing money
Got some bitches
For ten
They will suck you
They will fuck you
They will fucking pretend
Remember shamwow
Got 80 k
Up out of sham wow
Just google that
See what my fam bout
You snooze you lose
Pulling them panties down
Don’t give no fuck
No I don’t play around
Nothing to loose
But laying the smacketh down
If she gets bruised we used the hand me down
Pimping is paying
Bentley
Money in my pocket
Know that I’m the man
Told my haters stop it
Point at Uncle Sam
My girls be dressing like team rocket
Hope you under stand
Do the dougie
Get a dubbie
Post it for the gram
Acting slutty
Pour up bubble
Now she ready fam
Grabbing on you
Took your wallet
Know that it’s a scam
Issa Barbie
Issa cardi
Grab you by the hand
Listen Charlie
When you wake up
You a broke man
Sniff more coke damn.
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7. |
SMD
02:51
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Ooohh
Somebody right now is
Sucking dixk!
They really
Sucking my dick
Hey
They sucking
I ain’t got much time for this
Playing games what kind is it
No time for the idling ..
I ain’t got
No time for this.
Pull up to the scene
Hoping out foreign
You ain’t lying
Dog if you say it’s boring
She got a nice waist
Prettiest gyaaal on the set
I’ll never choke her
Just bought her choker
And now she gone flex
Get me some money
Those rack
Get it then bring all back
For the rain you gone stack
Wood grain in lack
New jays out box
What a wonderful feeling
I’m the man I’m the man
Two stepping I’m chilling
Duplex for building
Mirrors are all in the ceiling
I’m just minding my business
Red bottom
Spegetti strap
You kind looking expensive
Plus did I mention
This mansion is Maryland Manson’s
Excuse me I’m lacking some maners
I’m mixing the codien with Fanta
I’m rolling the loud in a Fanta
Shorty like tony Montana
I’m while eating that chicken and Posta
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