Storytelling (Lifestyle Choices)

She say she likes nerds, but she really like thugs
Sometimes she smokes herb, but she love dem white drugs
She loves to flirt, feeling overdressed in nightclubs
She gets confused at work, “this feels like love”
All this money just to be a naked actress
Tryna please her future husband, she needs practice
She going under the table, no taxes
Making love in da backseat, no mattress
Breaking her daddy’s heart, like her daddy broke hers
Letting her actions say it all, no words
She got a hot temper, and some cold nerves
She tryna fill it with money, cuz her soul hurts
Her past haunts her, like horror movie clips
She talk a good game, and knows how to use her lips
Making suckas fall in lust, when she move her hips
Everynight she falls in love, that’s just who she is
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She puts her self last, never letting hell pass
Living on the edge, like she dropped out of health class
Living for the night, tryna escape her failed past
She the star, on a set, with a male cast
No camera, still their eyes all on her
She takes her clothes off, and gets offers
Alone and naked in a room, like the doctors
Selling game, but in the end, it’s all words
Cuz they just hit it and quit it, and give her fake digits
And if the numbers real, its only for them late visits
What’s love when you steady work the date business
First hand experience, taught her what the rape risk is
Too high, she too fly, to fall for loose lies
But every new guy, promises a new life
And deep inside, she fiends to be a true wife
Two wrong’s, one song, tell me who’s right
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Looking for love in all the wrong places
First, second, third they home, all bases
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Big heart, hidden underneath, her big tits
Probably why she stays, attracted, to them misfits
The type who leave, even quicker than they finish
New guy, same result, every instance
But she persistent, with a strong will
Tryna make, the best, up out her raw deal
Burning up the pole, she hot, and got a lotta skill
Money falling from the sky, but it’s not real
Feeling like a puppet cuz somehow there’s always strings attached
Cuz they just see a snatch, but her, she sees a catch
It’s like she’s in a ring getting beat but can’t leave the match
No O, but still, her heart’s beating fast
Looking in the mirror for a change in the changing room
DJ just called her by her stage name, she’ll take it soon
Beat loud, as she dances to a naked tune
Looking in the crowd, for a man, she can make a groom

Sexual (Conquest)

I’ma fuck you one time, like the Fugees
Make love a second time like the movies
Treat you like my wife, girl I thought you knew me
Bring you back stage, let you floss on these groupies
It’s going down, 2 skis
Back to the hotel, N2Deep
Magnum out the wrapper it’s a Rap like Kool G
Beat beat beat, beat it up like Bruce Lee
Body language we talking now
Claimin you got that ill nana, like foxy brown
Heard you got a man too, but he not around
Proly why you on me, drop drop drop it down
Now pick it up, I’ma pick you up
Lay you down like a hunter, you b’tta duck
Long hair don’t care, but still we finna cut
Cuz you the only exception when I say that I don’t give a fuck
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Wanna see ya love face, this the same song
Panties dropping, all I gotta do is play Trey Songz
Freaks, come out when the day gone, they wrong
Baby you my angel, Shaggy, Rayvon
Mixed, but I gotta dick, blacker than Akon
Going Madden on dat pussy, re-play on
All I ask girl, is that you stay strong
Can’t wait, road head, all the way home
Look at what you started, I’ma finisher
I can read all ya signs like literature
Naked just like Marques Houston, baby I ain’t Immature
Good brains, plus ya witty, are you wit it love
I’ma skin, ya cat, plot sinister
One, hit of this, you’ll be out, like Indica
Phone out, we about ta make a cinema
Put ya hands in the air, now give it up

Themed (Flight)

{I} Been around the block, like a bike lane
Fuck a G6, been fly like a biplane
Behind the mask of my {w}raps, I’m plain
I stay hungry, like the diet of a rice grain
Independent rapper, like Tech N9ne, quite Strange
Knowing that I’m Abel but I’m not willing to fight Kane
Same old dude, with a whole new mindframe
(INSERT NAME), tryna live up to Christ’s name
I don’t wanna Die, but life, is like a Dice game
Looking at what’s Left, wondering if I’m doing the Right thang
Knowing this way of thinking’s not tite like a tight chain
But I’m busy making Dollars, so why Change
Nice gain, battling my conscious, migraine
Morals staying in my line of sight like a bright stain
Scope of my vision you couldn’t see it with a wide frame
See, my pain, go blind, from the eyestrain
Just a man, regardless of what I might claim
Under, the weather, standing in the ice rain
Feeling played out, kinda like a trite saying
Rappin with a passion, I don’t even like fame
No satisfaction, I’m crashing mind drained
Feet dragging, the action, of my brain
Falling off the wagon, hoppin on the night train
Still I got the soul of an angel with fly aim...

Conscious (Hood)

Can’t go to sleep, knowing rivals might drive by
Eryday he wakes up, knowing that he might die
Living on the edge, just ta get a slight high
Living a life, where, everyday I cry
Only time we see him, in jail or family funerals
Forced to lose his close, homies that he knew the most
Instead of choosing a gang, I pray he choose his bros
This is my heart, not just lyrics over music notes
Won’t you give him the strength, to be a strong brother
And show him pains a part of life, so he will not suffer
Show him gangstas are hard, but God’s tougher
Cuz I’ll be damned, if he dies over the wrong color
Wearing a rag, or American flag
Let him carry round a Bible, stead of carr’ing a mag
Don’t let him get so high, he ain’t prepared for attack
Or look in the mirror, and see the Devil staring right back

Please, don’t, let, my son be a gangsta

G-a-n-g-s-t-a
Before my son becomes one, Lord let me pray
With his cousin Aykay, and my nephew Trae
At his funeral, singing, “Yesterday”
No betta yet “Gangsta Lean”, like D.R.S.
Help him know love, neva be heartless
Don’t let me and his momma push him, when we are stressed
Make him, your God-son, Lord be our guest
Don’t let us let him slip, simply cuz of missed cues
Or let him run away, simply cuz of split views
Don’t let him ever try to solve his problems with booze
The worlds a match, help us put out, his lit fuse
Help us listen when he shares with us his issues
And when he can’t hold it in, get him tissues
Our life’d be over if me and his momma get news
That our grandson, just put on his shoes

Please, don’t, let, my son be a gangsta

If he’s left with no choice but to join a gang
Let him find you in the end and avoid the flames
Let the realest OG teach my boy to bang
Let him make his competition look like they ain’t toilet trained
Let his name bring fear, to his enemies
Help him keep his path clear, so he can get his cheese
Let him rest with ease, no tears all pleasantries
A wedding please nah! As long as he finds a centerpiece
Let her be faithful, even if she don’t marry him
Let em have respect for eachother, so she ain’t scared of him
If they choose to have a son let her carry him
All I ask Lord, my son, don’t make me bury him
Let him bury me, and carry on my legacy
Let him see your light, until he’s breaking free
Let I love you, be the last word’s he say to me
And when he dies, Lord won’t you take a G…

Relationship (Initiation)

Lets take it easy, smooth like an interlude
Wanna enter you, but first, let you know I’m into you
Romeo and Juliet style, familes in a feud
Tryna see inside you, before I see you in the nude
Friends till the very end, huh? Baby git a clue
Wanna see you happy, even if its with a different dude
I see you smiling when you with him, but is it true
Look a little deeper, in the mirror, let me switch ya view
I love you for the way you act, not the way you look
If I could tell you all the ways dat you got me hooked
Not just a single rap, I’d have ta make a book
I just wanna steal his place, I am not a crook
If I was ya man, I be damned, if he came along
So I can’t hate him, if he hate me for making us strong
Tell the truth though, if what I’m sayings wrong
Then why you listening to this… change the song

First I get inside your head
Then we slide right in to bed
Let a love story be read
From what our body language said

Hello baby, yup, I’m still here
Waiting patiently knowing my times real near
I wanna be the one to wipe away ya spilled tears
Let me give birth to trust, and kill fear
I ain’t asking you to cheat, I respect that
You gotta man, but damn I can’t accept that
You really happy, I could make you happy bet that
And if you gave me your heart, I would protect that
Let you do ya thang, love you, for who you are
On another level, together we move the bar
You’re a shooting star, keep me bright thru the dark
Cupid shot an arrow with ya name right thru my heart
Call me over zealous, and maybe just a lil jealous
Talk shit, get hit, how I deal with fellows
But this a love story, something like Cinderella's
And we gon have a happy ending, fuck what they tell us

Themed (Astronaut)

I’m blasting off like astronauts, but wondering what my plan it (planet) costs
Haunted by random thoughts of tragic loss from leaving these aftershocks
Tryna feed my daughter and son without a gun or mask involved
Which means I gotta tour, riding thru the night (Knight) like Hasselhoff
Used to watch MTV with dreams of earning a moon man
But betta than vain fame is what I can gain when aiming for new fans
Funny but labels they label my style money cuz it moves hands
Rapping like Rabbit in 8 Mile, no number 2 chance
One shot, bout to blow up, no Challenger
Blast off, going bang, no silencer
So Cal balancer, lethal caliber
Blood sweat and tears, for years, I put in calendars
Like the Mayans, I followed stars, beyond my time
Chasing Cash, no Johnny, still I walk the line
My rocket’s primed, and success is all that’s on my mind
Dark matter rappers all around me, I gotta shine
 
Started from the cellar, now I’m, interstellar
Used to wanna reign (want the rain) now I’m over it with a big umbrella
Word to Gerald, got my haters sour as citronella
Little do they know I’m on Tinder tryna find a Cinderella
But I am no Prince, formerly known as
The coolest brother you know, that’s just a show mask
So fast still I’m watching rocket ships go past
Barely holding on, praying that I don’t crash
Cuz up here, the Earth is just a tiny spec
Knowing I could fall at any moment, I ain’t tryna wreck
Foreign territory is what comes with a higher check
Reflection in my helmet, tryna see a man that I respect

Above the atmosphere, don’t need no Atlas here
Ain’t no mashing gears, and I’m way past a Leer
I’m the opposite of Noah when the land appeared
Cuz I keep my feet grounded and I rap sincere
Just got a message from Houston they said “your path is clear”
Helmet and a mannish beard, masking my sad veneer
Half as near to my death, but still no plans of fear
Cuz I’m using God’s sun (Son) as my chandelier

Sexual (Boasting)

{INSERT NAME} , girl ya know what I do to mics
E'rythang I do, and everyone up in my krew is tight
Tell me what u need and baby I'll make sure da mood is right
I'ma leave it up to you, what we do, tonight
Hard to describe, the vibe, u make me feel inside
So surreal, but these feelings are to real to fight
In the sky, even with no strings I could steal a kite
I ain't tryna gas you up, but oil's what I drill it like
Just beware if we take it there, you've been warned
I'll heat you up, then get you wet, like a moving storm
I'll leave ya boobies, ya booty, and ya coochie worn
Put on some Chris, Brown and Twista, make a movie porn
Let me take it back, a couple steps though, to before
Lying if I said, I didn't like the way ya booty's formed
Is this feeling love or just lust cuz, I'm truly torn
Knowing "only fools rush in" like U-B-40