Met her holding a bag of money, all i saw was a bunch of ones i said a long night she replied it aint that fun I said my name is ques smiled she said maliah hun Drake had a chic name that she whispered I'm the one Convo was dop didnt sound like we where trying bunch of jokes later we connected more than Verizon Exchange math now I'm sitting in sin city watching her dance she moving like damn she getting busy This is more more than what it is something about this chic, nothing to do with the size of her hips, cryb ill take her to the cryb tron shots it is but she about she about the bills kid Chorus I know use the bills and all them ballers that fast but momma just chill i tell you it's ok Or you can kick off them heels a little time we could kill sit and talk whats real I tell we don't play Don't even take it off  take take take take it off yet  Don't even take it off  take take take take it off yet  Don't even take it off  take take take take it off yet  Don't even take it off  take take take take it off  She decided there's something she'd wanna talk about, come thru she na ill meet you at ya house Took out the henney and the tron that her favorite drinks my cryb was her escape from that world she that show biz She arrive and said she decided to stay away that life she live was too fast a lot hearts get played Besides her feels started building and that plan wasn't her way She said understand what you see is t always right my minds been already poisoned too far from what's right And I'm a sometimes pop up at the curb bit for now see I'm all about all about the bills kid Chorus I know use the bills and all them ballers that fast but momma just chill i tell you it's ok Or you can kick off them heels a little time we could kill sit and talk whats real I tell we don't play Don't even take it off take take take take it off yet Don't even take it off take take take take it off yet Don't even take it off take take take take it off yet Don't even take it off take take take take it off yet

The Rockwellington Verse 1 Oh, Oh yes indeed Still a pip-squeak tryna' wet my beak You'd of caught wreck before I hit 5ft So don't check me Let me toot my piece Give me a sec let me tie my sneaks I've gone far and to such high reach to raise a bar that was set by me, huh? Here's a thought Let me say my peace Before I start, get from under my cleats Cool breeze, I'ma son of a beach and a master emcee I'm Jamel Arief, thats the bread I breed I suppose I could expose ya'll to an exposé of my expertise Get geeked when I roll that leaf huddle up and kill a beat like Moe Ali Gettin ya'll to show teeth is my specialty and even overseas I'ma rep my street Im on it Chorus Good looking girls out there, all of them And if I don't call it off I'm undun Airing out the cloth I'm cut from My stature got me caught up in a conundrum of sucka-ass dots and dum-dums I'm perturbed Lately i'm a little glazed out, not blurred kind of shaken up but not stirred in fact, if you're going through it too than maybe you would concur Just tryna not let it on my nerves wordsmith upon birth nothing like the illest on earth but something like the little shit know his own worth and done his homework be aware, be alert remember that you heard it here first Chorus Good looking girls out there, all of them

It aint fair some folks win who don't deserve the share of the prize and if you stare in their eyes you know they know it too but that's life innit? what a nice gimmick everyones a critic but can't mimic a minute of talent oh, I should've done it different? how so? I killed it from intro to outro plus edit and re-edit to ensure it comes out dope so how you feel about it w/out flow? u don't feel it? sit down, bro. have you ever hung w/ the kid? No? when you done what I did, you can let your tongue & ya lips open & critique then and only then is when I'm hopin' you speak if not keep ya trap closed, like a mouse in it bout how different you'da done it if you had the chance like, if you had the chance, you'd advance cuz you made plans you'd be famous & a cool mill woulda changed hands I'm too bow legged for the same dance I'm king of my destiny, the best is me, hands down the last person I need correcting me is some damn clown on the mic, they couldn't recite my catalog even if you was a bike, you couldn't handle bars bars couldn't hold a candle to ours spit sicker than sars, sorry I can't kick what you're on too busy givin my all, to give a shit but here's my ass, you can give a kiss here's my balls you can give a lick I'm where I belong, disagree? give a lift I'm not above reproach, but I don't need a coach and I don't need a couch, & I don't need ya votes all I need is enough rope for doubters to yoke theyselves with it in the hopes I just broke another critic

Chorus But I tell em one thang But i tell em one thang My God I tell em One thing you can tell from the start That the lil nigga got heart, rock hard Gotta pull an Ausar, rise from this dirt where we're poplars Strange fruits and the cop cars Men cuttin cane but the cane cut to the rock got the block scarred So I dream big, but things seem like har-har Shit hard, need a gig, need a new SIM card I wince when I see my time card Yet I grin when I see time off Like a no win Can't let bygones be bygones If i forgone my part of the rent, gotta keep an idea light on My God. Cant lament, or repent My desires are what they are so I accept It's just how it's meant Chorus But I tell em one thang But I tell em one thang My god But I tell em one thang My God But I tell em one thang Got people lying up in prison Got people flyin up in heaven So turn the speakers up, light the reefer up I aint rhymin here for the attention Seen the cold world make a grown man cry Trynna blow before my old earth go blind Dead real, son gon rise Gold mines, whole fields, bovines Loan skills, Imma own mine Thats a whole other tier Like a chair to a throne, or my flow, you can't hold mine Cause its always go time when you feel Everyone of life's chills in your bones This ghost town got me zoning I... Chorus But I tell em one thang My god But I tell em one thang My God But I tell em one thang Matador the bad Avatar the good Never really there Wish I really was Just another day But my God, thankful that I made it Just another game But my God, thankful that I played it Chorus But I tell em one thang My god But I tell em one thang But I tell em one thang My God But I tell em one thang

808 This is practice Shiraz out the Chalice Recline on fine fabric With dimes back in the palace my mind's on my madness my Hand's are getting callused From overturning the balance and changing the apparatus Ya'll are Actors Black face, Minstrel show Ya'll ain't even gangsta, Gaza Strip where the Missiles blow She in a sinful pose, saying oh I miss you so Christmas gift, we don't even need a Missletoe Saturday night live, Joe Piscopo Grab the vintage wine out the cellar Success is a scent, a fragrance I find familiar No fairy tale, crush glass slipper of Cinderella they wonder why there's no reflection within the mirror a vampire, women sent Van Helsing to kill'em you a damn lie, hater, a bigot pessimist villain I'm available, prepared, and ready, able and willing to make a killing I'm staring at the ceiling the weed is wearing off but the shrooms are kicking in we just might amaze ya I'm hot as a light saber and now im a friendly neighbor with aliens visiting you can't contend with the black Dennis the Menace in fact, a Wizard apprentice and Jinesis is a chemist you crooked tooth niggas need to go see a dentist the rhythm is stupendous I'm finished Sounds like a South Bronx horror flick Appropriate for those banking that I’d call it quits Hello haters, it’s your favorite narcissist Bringing pain to this joint as if it was arth-ritis Or arthritis why does it matter I’m 10 times as dope but half dapper Hey, Jinesis, P sent me this I thought it was alright to be honest But now it sounds amazing cuz I’m on it Some may disagree, you can love him or hate it Doesn’t really matter as long as I’m in conversation ‘Cause people put their two cents in With an opinion but don’t buy shit they just listen See them at the show and trying to get the free admission I know so and so he’s the promoter can you get him I understand everybody has a taste that’s different But 8thW1’s shit is like fried chicken How could you not... Indulge giving hip-hop pulse Bring excitement like when nymphos see a huge bulge And with that, I don’t really got nothing to say Doesn’t matter ya’ll ain’t fuckin’ with it anyway

I been on that you bit off that weak mothafuckas put it in on CAPS. I shit on tracks you sit on laps I put it down to the max nigga we do lapse. Until the end her face she called rape top dolla raz ducking the case We dont* lapse bitch she still want that old dick. Tell her I'm getting married . Realist mothafucka til the day I'm getting buried. Don't compare me to them fuckas who be Eat a rapper* of time this is miller time w/ a beer a rapper like its dinner time winter rhymes. Cold shit y'all still on that old shit u be on Facebook Trynna fuck my old looking scary. I flip the bird then I ball like Larry. The bigger the plate the higher the stakes. This is big pimpin like TD JAKES. Life's a birch I'm fuckin I'm on it! Look open ya eyes bitch// I'm everything u criticize// Is Muslim is catholic// Don't look em all in his// If I was you I'd be scared I wouldn't lie// This is chocolate thunder drop// parasailing vanilla skies// I mean// If everybody's wanting to rap// I should double back to the trap// napsack full of snacks// Double ducking the coppers choppers// Cuz them coppers will pop ya for being black// U laughing my nigga these are facts// I guess// The weed will lackadazy the stress// That brown bottle will put a mink over my chest// I digress// I'm feeling nas in prime// Undermind own kind// Yet stay with prettiest dimes// Should I stop// Nah fuck it// I'm caught in zone// Damn love throw me a bone// Let's head over to my house and do something so grown// We can smoke we can drink i hope my parents ain't home// I mean// Ain't this the city of lights// Where Everybodies ADHD// Can't tell the wrong from the right// You talking all these theories// That's that shit I don't like// All I need to know my love are we fucking tonight// I'm kidding// Sometimes you gotta laugh for the soul// Angry niggas out here looking raspy and old// I told Jin I would make this pop and go for the gold// nigga go play with a mpc and leave me alone// I'm On It// Jin, should I hit em or not? Let me not...EHHH F*CK IT, I GOT WARRANTS move as if Cochran was rockin in my corner. Pugilist: calm but once the cadence drop on em, theyre like "Yo wtf is Ray Lewis doin in Pop Warner?!" I'm with a lady profilin, holdin' the top tournament belt. Put a notch on it, mademoiselle. Recording angry as hell. Really, it's not you it's me, I'm mostly mad at myself. But check it out, I got fly chicks singin my hooks. She serenade me in the shower, sound like Patti LaBelle. My bad, don't mean to shatter your will. I put my team on the map & all I need is my pen, my pad, and my L- Y-R-I-C-S. Yes: my slick syllables cast spells If we're A-alikes let's build. If you're the hater type, just chill. Keep it funky like George. Anyone: Jefferson Clinton Benson. I'm on.

pictures of me up in saloons that offer rewards/ 'cause of Facebook I could type mad good without looking at the keyboard/ everyone could do that now, it used to be just secretaries/ people be like "not necessarily"/ yeah I know it's not necessary but it's still true/ my balls all on your nose like a seal do/ I'm talking to that anonymous person all the rappers diss, like a crazy person on the train when no ones even there/ they're not tough, they're just a lunatic so no ones really scared/ no one really cares/ everyone ignore em 'cept the tourists then they write about em on the travel forums, how they got some real culture as they burrowed through the tunnels like the caddy shack gopher/ come closer/ lemme put you on to something, lemme put you on sun Maybe sandman could put me on that, word CG, practicing patience done put me on the map, Lyrical malpractice, hypochondriac You don't really sound sick, hold up Where they found this, shit I'm on ya shoes budge me and I'm bound to smell, bound to hell Walkin swiftly as the soul burns, its yo turn To lift ya brother, where ya arms at, we talkin bout zapatos, if da vinci wrote the code Then we should a check cut, I'm sure a brother was next up, cool let me scoop the light Share with the crew insite, who ignite Fire marshal bill on the check in Wreckin catch rec then, this is heaven Bout to catch some zzzs, shoot a reckless 3 That's for GP, yo burn that on a cd Holy crap there goes Kat, she acting like wacko that just smoked crack I said you can't sell the 12 pack battery pack with no frickin batteries inside the pack what kinda shit is that? Welcome to the terradome hippy on the megaphone kicking that conspiracy theory shit while your headed home you wanna get to bed and bone, don't wanna be in bed alone, you send a message requesting sex to her phone, but she don't wanna get it on you left with your Palms, jada pinky kapri some armature blonde, shit is week they show the same shit every week forget getting off your better off hitting the sheets you turn on The tv To start counting sheep, in 60 seconds you counted sixty, sleep