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, never let you out of my sight, be it day, be it night, you belong to me, that's the way it will be wrong or right, you belong to me now, it's just gotta be that way, you know?, listen hip-hop, i've been chasing you for quite sometime now, and now i got you where i want you, shit it's you and i now, you've been fucking around with every other dude, while i made all these mixtapes for you, listen boo, i'mma never let you down, i'mma roll for you, i would get on one knee and propose to you, shit i've spent my whole life trying to prove that i was worthy, but if you ever cheat on me, your dead bitch, you heard me?, huh, to see you fucking around with other dudes has got me going nutty, because you know their only in it for the money, i would stand with you though think and thin, bitch i hope you're listening, you got me second guessing the reality i'm living in, because you're my way of life, think about you day and night, because of you now i finally got my paper right, but i've seen what you do to your other boyfriends, build them up until their at the top and then destroy them, one minute your hot at the club popping rose, and next thing you know your scrubbing floors at chipotle, baby you're a bitch, yes i love you but i hate you, you think she's loyal for a second then she fucking plays you, huh, a shot at you, i had to take it, because you got me infatuated, i graduated from a nobody to a damn mc, and i'mma hold you down bitch you better stand by me, yeah, you are my way of life, the only way i know, you are my way of life, i'll never let you go, this isn't music, it's a way of life, when haters bite, they pay the price, i'll take your mic, and stab your face in twice, but it ain't a 8-inch stainless knife, so say goodnight, i'll stay and fight, like dana white, the way i write, is crazy hype, you say your nice, uh, but we ain't alike, ray of light, playing a pipe, just bent the game over, never spent a day sober, so i've yet to catch a hangover, ford mustang frame with the train motor, i wanna change lives, you want a chain and a range rover, i gotta son, spending money i don't have yet, mad stress, no assets, just hope dreams and past debt, trying to stack cheques and snap necks, because i know cash rules everything around me, ask meth, i gotta get it, while i can before its too late, fuck a cube steak, i just ate some dudes face, on route 8, i'm super baked, losing it, these bath salts stupid, zooted, jupalooted, hip-hop why you diluted with this useless music?, i'm anti-radio, anti-autotune, fuck that, i'm anti all of you, what's wrong with you to do what i was taught to do, slaughtered cruse, talking rude, hopper too, but i feel fucking awesome dude, people often snooze, so why you daydream, i'm your worst nightmare, or at least it may seem, i've been screaming death to mainstream since i was eight teen, mother fucker,
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Artist: chris webby