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I got tattoos all over me/...and I'm swimming in women, for real I admit it, I feel like I'm sposed to be/ I got 99 problems, a bitch is not one/ getting pussy not one/ ...getting money not one/ when I walk in, they all on my dick, and I leave with the one that I want/ and they all wanna come/ taken or not/ she take off her top/ if she married she take off her rock/ when she wake up, she naked in socks/ laying on top of another bitch, they were ménage'n/ same two that were faking on you, like they were mirages/ came thru with a bottle of that Grey Goose, shit... I can barely even hold up my eyelids/ I wish/ I could give you this feeling/ cause average shit is so unfulfilling/ you can either die a hero or you living long enough to see your self become the villain/ wonder if thats why they say the 'good die young'?/ thinking back to all the shit I could've died from/ got me thinking I'm a live forever/ I'm a bad mother f'r/ and fuck who doing numbers, I can do you one better/ I promise that there ain't no one better/ these bitches pump my head up/ when they screaming I'm the one. But I don't want her, come and get her/ uh...I got too much to do on my plate, and I've done what I said I'd do right from the start...that hasn't changed. Y'all know me, I'm never on the fence/ same ol' team, it's still Heavy green, even when I'm in a room full of Harvey Dents/ I am not convinced/ y'all are authentic/ your story got flaws all in it/ that shit be the (worst) uh...fuck what type of car you in...it might as well be hearse/ cause to me, you're dead on arrival/ hand on the bible/ I ain't for the bull shit...grew up in the 90's but wasn't a fan of Michael/ I'm the type of fan that be pulling for the rivals/ gunning for the top, should be pulling out a rifle/ head shots/ ...no a chillies heel, Curt Schilling with the Red Sox/ I fuck around and hurt your feelings, I could never bare defeat (bare feet) I always keep a pair fresh sox/ and fresh Timbs'/ now we down in ATL, BuckHead at the Westin/ in the governor's suite, up 22 stories/ true story/ uh...on our 'worst behavior'

Worst Behavior - #PriMix

I'm in it for the long haul...marathon runner/ I met Katie Holmes and I should've got her number/ the way that she was smiling I promise I could've fucked her/ Uh...with no rubber/ give Siri a little brother/ jumping on her couch...like Tom did Oprah/ rubbing shoulders with celebrities, tells me I'm getting closer/look...it's far from over/ not worried bout getting older/ you only old as you feel and I feel I'll never grow up/ like a toys r us kid/ got notorious big/ in my beats by dre, you see what I just did huh?/ 94'-95'/ I'd be lying if I didn't say I wish we could rewind/ shit...this a funk flex bomb drop/ I flex on em non stop/ spitting at em like paparazzi and I'm pac/ in a hockey jersey/ what you doing does not concern me/ but when it does, I'll give you something that's gossip worthy/ I'm not too worried/ who's playing possum on gurneys/ tryna get a dollar, hope that they got an awesome attorney/ turning water to wine and squeezing blood out a turnip/ ...cause I ain't got a fuck to give. word up/ my only goal is to grab a hold of a gold plaque/ knowing that ain't really 500 stacks/ cash.. knowing that, I probably owe 4 back/ plus tax/ still in debt/ still I don't feel the threat/ of being TLC'd/ ...before that happen, hell'll freeze/ ain't no Pebbles Reids on my team, selling dreams/ over here/ I can't imagine what I'd over hear/ as a fly on the wall/ during haters dialogue/ blind to the fact, they've inspired my entire song/ catalogue/ never would've thought, they'd be that involved/ when they showed up on the scene with their bag of salt/ I just take it with a grain of it, I ain't mad at all.

Pound Cake - #PriMix

HEAVY

I'm the man of the year/ feeling like putting both hands on my ears/ shit is so loud I can't hear/ surrounded by a crowd of my peers/ in a room lit with chandlers/ every chance, I get... I glance in the mirror/I feel like the shit, I'm the man round here/ pulled up to this bitch in a Porsche Panamera/ with a 'Pretty Woman', but I ain't Richard Gere/ I don't save hoes...you really can't tho, so let's switch gears/ fuck champagne! I'd rather sip beer/ there's one thing that I gotta get clear/ fuck whoever though that I would never get here/ I see the fake smiles, you can keep your veneers/ ...you only hate what you fear/ don't make it weird/ acting like you fuck with me and don't/ and please don't have me up against the ropes/ I seen the type of shit, you will never see up close/ the hate is dead to me, I ain't ever seen a ghost/ really what I'm saying is there ain't no coming back/ fuck going round in circles I don't see no fun in that/...shit, I don't even do doughnuts in the whip/ all my windows open... I zone to my shit/ man of the year, you should know what it is/ tah! But y'all don't even know when to quit/ 20 years deep, y'all ain't got nowhere/ you must smoke rock like Toronto's mayor/ I climb to the top, where there's not no stairs/ and I don't need a throne, just an all gold chair/ all gold everything, Trinidad James shit/ I would never make a side, my main bitch/ and I would never in my life, compare peaches to apples/ but who am I to judge? I ain't swinging a gavel/ I ain't wearing robe, we ain't sitting in court/ I'd rather be Spike Lee, tryna sit on the court/ like I just moved in, gotta sit on the floor/ I'm the man of the year, I should get an award! Uh!

Man of the Year - #PriMix

I don't know nobody who can body the flow/ like me, I'm "Hot Boy"...Reebok and Girbaud/ drop jewels when I spit, with out mouth full of gold/ Heavy Green is the team and we out here for sure/ and we out on the balcony, better watch out below/ I'm talking up so fucking high, I lost count of the floors/ I would lose track of time tryna count up the dough/ some people owe me, you don't know me, wonder how come he broke?/ shit...I just spend it/ the minute I get it/ I give a fuck about tomorrow cause I'm too busy living/ in the moment I'm in/ you never know when it ends/ I know when one door close, another opens again/ so...I don't give a fuck! go on lock the door up/ I kick the bitch down like I showed up with a warrant/ I ain't talking 5-0, I'm talking metaphoric/ tho I know somebody talking and they probably got rewarded/ can't afford a lawyer, now you got a 'court appointed'/ you thought that they were loyal, now they in the court pointing/ not everybody for you, and a lot of people poison/ cause they wanna wish you well, til it's time to throw a coin in/ they pollute it, not put loot in...that's trash in the water/ splash! Let em laugh, come back even harder/ uh...matter fact, come back like karma/ and while we talking bout it, pray I never have a daughter/ what you know bout me?
what you know bout me?
what you know bout me? Huh?
what you know bout me?

Know Bout Me - #PriMix

Ball Til Broke ft. @JS_Vocals

Yea the devil is a god damn lie/...told me if I sold my soul, I would meet "so and so" and that's when this shit'll pop...but I'm feeling like I done wasted my god damn time/ shits yet to pop/ should've kept rock rolling/ Mick Jagger with a baggy/ but. that shit could go badly/ cause drugs are bad mmmmkay Mr. Mackey/ and I don't need no nosey ass neighbors looking at me/ plus...lord knows, who else is looking at me/ same mafuckas only getting at me when they @ me/ but never to my face, not even thru FaceTime...just thumbs to a touch screen/ fuck these/ spineless mafuckas, they ain't nothing/ thinking shit is sweet, sugar running threw their bloodstream/ I'm a come clean/ all I want's one thing/ that's the crown...told y'all for the umpteenth time/ I'm the mother fucking man/ you ain't giving me a shot? I'm a run up gun in hand/ better pray to god..that the gun'll jam/ cause you'll be one of many, think another Son of Sam/ understand/ I could give a fuck less if you ever become a fan/ I got enough 'Stans'/ all I need's fam/ it's me and my compadres/ hundred dollar entrees/ Cipriani's, bitches on me while I'm on stage/ check IG if you need proof/ fitted hats, 3 piece suits/ you would think I'm in the draft...the devil is a lie, but Pri speak truth/ thats no lie...I tell it like it is/ I don't mind that the elevator, smells like piss/ cause the climb to the top's never pleasant/ uh! I beat em in the head until they're dead or get the message/ or at least on the brink of it, someone get a medic/ come to think of it, til someone give me credit/ I'm a have to do it to em, like "ooh kill em" Terio, bury your ass lord willing/ I can climb out this hell hole/ even tho they said that shit'll never happen, only after hell froze/ well the hell if I ain't got the coldest flow out this bitch, make it rain, sleet, hail, snow/ blood's cold like a fridge full of donor blood/ so gung-ho, never had shit growing up/ so...when I get it, you gon know what's up/ Heavy Green is the team and it's only us/ two things...you can hate, or you show us love/ either way, I hit the Kanye shoulder shrug/ ...cause the devil is a lie/ so tell me why these other rappers stories aren't holding up/ but got the nerve to wear a gold hey-zeus piece/ shout out to the real, FREE BOOSIE!/ oh...and watch out for the wheels, they'll throw you under buses like Wale did Juicy/ uh!

The Devil Is A Lie - #PriMix

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Room Full Of Strangers (RFOS)

I'm just tryna make something from nothing for real/ in a game where nothings real/ where it's all smoke and mirrors/ line after line, but not coke on the mirrors/ they not that dope to me/ nothing they ever said spoke to me/ ...you know when you hear it/ that everything they do is locally/ nothing's coherent and everything they do's supposedly/ I mean, where is the proof? who do you know that can vouch/ who do you know that's gon tell me that same shit you saying before you go open your mouth/ no need for talking when putting in work/ Im just putting in work, the proofs in the pudding/ I'm putting my foot into each of your asses, for putting me off, I mean how should I put it?/ this what I'm good at/ I'm destined for greatness, I know you can see it/ and I know you been watching, been clocking my moves and that shit ain't no secret/ got you venting on Twitter as soon as you send it, the tweets are deleted/ but no need for that, aye you can keep em/ I don't even read em/ I'm too busy walking thru isles on planes, trying to find where I'm seated/ flight was delayed and I'm late for my meeting/ I'm on UrbanSpoon tryna find a good place I can eat at/ soon as I land/ they're gonna pay me another 2 grand/ a new city, new telli, new fan/ shit, you wouldn't know what to do with it for real if I showed you the plans/ laid em out for you like blueprints on top of a table/ you're still not gon be able/ to do what I do, under no circumstance/ the tools that I use just don't work in your hands/ cause this shit ain't for everyone, money may never come fast as I'd like it to/ I just do what I love, and don't ask if you like it...don't ask me what I'm a do/ just sit back and watch...I've been patient, I hope that you ready/ was ahead of the curve with that "Eastbound & Down" man we did that already! Press play on "Confetti"/ aye....there ain't shit you can tell me, I know I'll be famous/ have you noticed that when I come back home they already act like I made it!!

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We Made It - #PriMix

You see my name popping up like it was randomly selected/ ain't nothing random bout it, seen you standing round the exit/ that's around time I started plotting on my entrance/ I'll arrive by helicopter, dropping down thru the ceiling/ uh...on some extravagant shit/ a lot of ppl round the way started rapping and shit/ I'd say half of em hate, the other half on my dick/ I know you learned about fractions, math and shit/ you know the numbers don't lie/ I'm the number 1 guy/ flow dope, type of shit that the fiends wanna buy/ you could call it luck, until it's done a 100 times/ the exact same way...no need to wonder why/ practice makes permanent, while you were getting shut eye/ I was too determined to get better, squinting one eye/ looking thru a scope/ putting bullet holes/ threw the center of a target, son you wouldn't come close/ metaphorically speaking/ you ain't seen me? Then I'm probably in New York for the weekend/ either that, or Baltimore, top floor of the Four Seasons/ in a suite I can't afford, so it's all the more reason/ for me...to rub it in your face/ a lot of mother fuckers are just taking up space/ getting no where quick! Just running in place/ I want some shit that make the cops, wanna run the plates/ cause the shit looks stolen/ I told em picture me rolling/ round this bitch like I'm Pac, both pockets are swollen/ cut from another cloth, no that Pac Sun clothing/ leather shirt, cheetah print shit that's hot for the moment/ I just keep it low key/ black tee, black timbos/ money on my mind, like Missouri that's the M.O/ we making paper like we print those/ Benjamins fresh out the mint, big face like Leno's/ uh...late night like Kimmel/ pile into the rental/ smoke rolling out the windows/ 4 deep, with a trunk full of merch/ if the police pull us, then shit getting searched/ and wooo! ...probably hit my ass with trafficking/ the product so potent you can smell it thru the packaging/ the smokers know, they can tell you it's immaculate/ I could flip the whip, and sell this shit by accident/

Respect - #PriMix

Nah...homie, Pri ain't lie/ I'm too preoccupied doing real shit/ building with/ the ones who really built shit/ ground up, please don't get us wound up, we'll get to bussing like a field trip/ I'm still tripping off whoever think we hating/ where's the competition? I see no indication/ that I have any...not from this generation/ of degenerates generating this trash, I'm still in amazement/ at the lack of talent/ how'd they get around it?/ used to be, you had to spit for real. shit, I highly doubt that/ you living that shit you talking...so why you rapping bout it?/ I body motherfuckers with the flow; ain't even rapping violent/  plh-plh-plh-plhaow! rapid fire!/ all my raps are fire/ knew this shit could happen, soon as Nick bagged Mariah/ whoo! I'm blacking out in black attire/ tagged in flyers/ for events I won't attend, then again tho, I might've prior.../ to learning how their set up/ it's a set up/ shut up bitch I said I'm/ too sexy for that shit/ like I'm Right Said Fred/ now that light has been shed/ on the subject, all the love I get must've went to my head/ fuck it! I'm a shine/ let you do it for the Vine/ I do it for the fam, I do it for me and mine/ you doing it just to do it...the fuck you do with your time?!/ you don't sound nothing like you think you do in your mind/ I promise...You're Ice JJ Fish/ someone lying thru they teeth, shit makes no sense/ so I think it's safe to say, those ain't your friends/ it doesn't matter, I'm the nicest anyway! Fuck who take offense!/ it's Pri!

Draft Day #PriMix

Ft Danny Brown- 2009

Roll wit me-12 Gauge ft Big Tim and L.A.C

just a lil something off my mixtape for the ladies

08 Wish I Never

My Life

Track 9 off "Remote Viewing"
http://www.audiomack.com/album/bobby-capri/remote-viewing-1

Never Fall Short

I'm yelling bitch don't kill my vibe/ if anything kill these lights/ then kill all that noise, I'm feeling annoyed, been spitting that venom could kill em all twice/ ...just for the occasion they reincarnated like snoop/ but no lying (lion) tho I am the truth/ gimmie my piece (peace) I ain't talking no truce/ fuck that shit better kill that too/ no chance of that happening anytime soon/ gimmie my room like the Marriott front desk/ y'all been rapping forever and never got one check/ so basically this shit is really a hobby for you/ and if the shoe fit then I'm talking to you/ and if it's reebok they'll be dropping you soon/ for dropping that fuck shit/ like molly into champagne everyone unconsciously fuck with/  and you ain't even know (U A E N O) it but everyone say the same dumb shit in them speakers you listening thru/ and I wish you would get you a clue/ shit be pissing me off, when they missing the point like  breaking a pencil in school/ I should've wrote this shit with a number 2/ that might of lead to lead poisoning/ then they would say that I lead em a stray so let me get straight to the point of it/ haters be loitering/ hanging around, waiting to hate you, there ain't no avoiding it/ all I can say is I hope they enjoying it/ ...but the vibe that I'm feeling ain't no way to spoil it

HEAVY

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