2wenty$ide$Finest II

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Amoneygreen

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Nigga finessed two times
Now he think he got mob ties
See me when you see me
I get low like I dodge spies
They all cap
Tellin' small fibs and large lies
They try em ima air fry em
Like some large fries
I need that five-fifty with the frog eyes
They say shit get easier
When you get through all the hard times
Best kept secret, they can't see a nigga bar wise
You don't see what I see
'Cause I'm lookin' through a star's eyes
Yeah you had the work
But you move it like a snail
Avon Barksdale
The way I put it on the scale
The weed got wings
When you send it through the mail
You out here wilding' in the field
Got to have lawyer fees and bail
I'ma cash out on some carrots
After I count up all this kale
Fresher than I ever been
And you out here lookin' stale
Ain't no straddling the fence
You get thrown over the rail
Talk that trap shit
'Cause the real always prevail
I'm aiming for hi-hats
That's when the drum kick
Crazy how I'm intelligent
But with the dumb shit
Speaking on me
But you finished, never done shit
I touch that mill
I'ma sing like Ray J
That's my one wish
I don't ever get tired
And I ain't gettin' lazy
CEO I work for me
And I don't ever forget to pay me
In the stu, gauch on the boards
You know he mix it crazy
Streets is all fucked up
Shit be gettin' crazy
Ghetto boy, a nigga wavy,
But I ain't with the Navy
Heavy on the bars
I'm a stunna but I ain't wit Da Baby
Bronx nigga, brand new Yankee
And the fit is navy
You hang with jive turkeys
Thinkin' shit is gravy

Rappin with a whole lot of bounce
I don't miss a beat
I move too smooth
They can't figure me
Got em wondering what I'm on
And who this nigga be
I keep my finger on the trigger
So don't trigger me

Underdog changed up da odds,
They don't want no bet
With no effort
I'm better than them no sweat
Shit I must be goin' blind
I don't see no threats
Once a nigga ain't talkin' bout shit
I go deaf
You was movin
But went nowhere
Like four lefts
You ain't tryna get right
You gotta go left
I call the plug
And I asked him if the bows left
He said them motherfucker's
Comin' right to your doorstep
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Not even four steps
Is you the type that keep a hoe
Or is your hoe kept
I make cold cuts
I produce and I'm so fresh
I need my turn now
I don't care who go next
Don't bench press
Bring workout
Bow flex
Talkin' dirty on my phone
But it's no sex
That's some shit I said on my song no flex
Priceless like a green-faced Rolex with no 'gettes
Only gang I know is Twenty Fourty
I don't throw sets
Steamed veggies, garlic mashed potatoes
Salmon croquettes
My credit A1 in the streets
I ain't got no debt
Cold sweats,
Dreamin bout the millions
I'ma go get

Bitch, I'm so focused

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