live in your own way No labels, no lies No fronts to hide behind No labels, no lies No bullshit to hide behind .................. .................. .................. .................. No labels, no lies No fronts to hide behind No labels
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your live in your own way No labels, no lies No fronts to hide behind No labels, no lies No bullshit to hide behind .................. .................. .................. .................. No labels, no lies No fronts to hide behind No labels
you know The rise before the fall When you're just sick of it all When you're just sick of it all When you're just sick of it all Where are you gonna
that you know The rise before the fall When you're just sick of it all When you're just sick of it all When you're just sick of it all Where are you
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all day, I take 'em off work Got girls in the draft, girls on my label Girls at the bank, 'cause I'm about my paper Got girls with weave, girls without it She like, "This all mine", hmm, I doubt it
labels look at numbers it's statistics. I lose, you lose, mine is just logistics. anyway real bitches listen when I'm speakin', cause if Nicki win then all
, cat walk and imagine Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it And if I had to give you up It's only been
dumpsters Suck these thuggish, ruggish nuts Peep this cut Make a nigga wanna do some dirt Putting in work, gotta hit 'em where it hurts Putting it down
you didn't pay your debt But you had to pay the consequence (But you had to pay the consequence And blood splattered all on the ground - it made my ass sick
up somebody, but y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all? If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags,
that you wanna talk about it You got me all watery in the eyes, you know But ah, it?s all good I wanna tell y'all three man I love y'all like y'all love
ink pen, got Red Bull Feel like I'm in school, back to the basics Handcuffin' hip-hop, niggaz start rapin' And I faced it, it's a new ballgame It's
what nigga, is it you wanna do? In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches For the real trick deez who can dig it 'Cause after pop thought all
