I gotta tell you good good-bye I'm out North for the summer I'm South for the winter I'm leavin' January I'll be gone til' November I gotta tell you good
sayin' my future was dark I had the fame, but my name was missin' the art So I'm drawin' the line, and I'm crossin' the Ts And I'm dottin' my Is, barely
make thru I feel like I'm cheatin when I'm face with a break thru The man in the mirror keep sayin I hate you I respond like lil nigga I made you Slay
trep for all the see You can tell by my strut, I'm a new yorker baby What that mean, never leave or maybe I'm dropping off Felciia, I'm gettin' toss to
your soul leavin?. It?s just the wrong dance That'll leave you not breathin?. I?m not particularly proud Of this predicament but, I?m born and bred In this tenement, I'm
I'm starvin, you talkin shit, oh I beg your pardon Specifics is never gimics, I rip it just how I live it, you wanna it I'll go and get, I'm kickin it
fact I don't need em I just rock my diesels Speakin on the beats I can beat it till it's bleedin Hes I'll he kickin seaf... let me tell you who I'm is
I'm at put my city on the map and, I'm making that guap while this is for the rap (wale!) that's me (wale!) they not me I'm the intergrate name the haters
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the purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind
out all in the open Therefo' when I'm in floss mode, I might shoot anybody that's approaching Hit a nigga be it a bitch, cause I ain't ready to dig my ditch Any given time I
it I'm tired of falling short, everytime I set a goal But if we get pulled over I'm gon claim what's mine ain't gon try to act like I don't know who it
beefing I read these bitch niggas like braile I'm a soldier, and I'm united by the cash Feeling to move on because I've been indicted by the tash But I
the drama, me and Nina burst Know I need to be in church, but I'm trapped out on the block Pumping rock after rock, God please make it stop I'm a victim
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro the Mo City Don And all we do is get money, (where I'm from) [Lil' Flip] You know, I'm thinking of a master plan I got
men leave I was somethin hot quick 'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it I threw the key to the city, since I locked it Girl I don't want no brain
