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yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
Sittin’ and countin’, smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift
All my niggas watches is rough
Grabbing
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
won't hold back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' niggas'll blow and they ride for the cash
I'm a hitter for hitters, I sold my soul
my message?"
Yeah I got yo' message, you told me to clean up behind myself 
And scrape the residue up off the edges
"What else?" Always look over my
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down 
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it 

Yo, in the housing,
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
sparked by the guy right here?
I make y'all niggas see the light like a bright idea
Heard you was lookin' for my weapon but my tongue's right here
So you
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
just circling life
My mama called – "Hello? What you doin'? “Kicking it”
I should’ve told her I’m probably ‘bout to catch my first offense with
We made a right, then made a left, then made a right
Then made a left, we was just circling life
My mama called – "Hello? What you doin'? “Kicking
carcass
Snatchin' up my ***, runnin' off into the darkness
Hyde Park, ***, Hollywood, killin' for war just
*** bein' sold, out the back, do' of them porches
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
on the rapture
I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
the pain inside amplified by the fact 
That I can't get by with my nine to five 
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family 
'Cause man,
burgs at night and now I'm counting my funds 
Three times a day and I drive a coup on danas 
Cruising through the alley bumping on "Hi" to players 
Yo
that I can't get by with my nine to
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these God damn food stamps don't buy
that's just polite

Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album, damn
the pain inside amplified by the fact 
That I can't get by with my nine to five 
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family 
'Cause man,
ain't dead I feel your soul by my side
Asking me to check on your grandma to make sure she's alright 
I know it ain't nothing I can say right now that can
this
Yo I can't thank a soul but God and guns
Don't kill a damn fool it's a animant's steel (drugs)
It's the liquor and the bills cause a man to steal
good
When you're by my side
Check like Johnny Depp
Playing the role of a fly guy
Whatever
I thought together
We're tougher than leather
And never
somebody's payin' the pied piper 
All the pain inside amplified by the 
Fact that I can't get by with my nine to
Five and I can't provide the right type
for my mother in the Hill, helped me to build 
On times are to ill, only she could make the black man chill 
Even not to steal, drivin' through Park