Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

Get 'em up high, get 'em up high (Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!) I said once upon a time in a city that's mine There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a fifty two box, original tick in the mind Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

Please send me someone to love But it's my life, yeah Yes listen to the blues, people If it's not asking too much When the evening, the evening sun goes down You gonna find me somewhere hanging around The night life, people, it ain't no good life All the

If you don't know, don't know what you're missing now Dixie Highway to Detroit city Take off a Friday and do your hair up pretty Hard hillbilly, mow town row Song so good you drive just to listen Yeah, you don't know, hah! Car's made of soul and

Time's up, hold up, aight Celph you got 30 seconds, you ready? Alright, Celph Titled, hit em! Celph Titled: That's all you got? Yo, yeah, listen These hungry rappers battle for a buck and some change There really be kids starving, give a fuck if it

Because the night life It ain't no good life but it's my life When that ev'nin' sun goes down Yeah, you'll find me hangin' around Yeah, yeah, yeah listen to the blues Listen to what they're sayin' Oh, please listen to the blues Listen to the blues

(Goin' under) Tryna keep myself from goin' under I've been listening Young Thugger When it's good, it's good, but the question is Are you down to fuck with the other side? (No cab, no ride, yeah) Lately I been bumpin' trap music Don't wanna listen if I

My grandma was a wise old soul Took me by the hand not long ago Said, "Son, what's your hurry, boy slow it down Taste the wild honey, listen to the sound Of the wind that's blowin' through the trees Rivers flowin' to the sea Yeah they're all headin' home

All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah They know what I mean yeah, yeah I met my maker I made him cry And on my shoulder he asked me why His people won't fly through the storm I said, "Listen up man, they don't even know