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away from him
Looked him in eye's didn't see a lot
Couldn't save his soul
All he saw was opps
Such a big fish on little dock
Is gonna stop
Does it ever

didn'tRealize
Gave her the
I'm a beat killer
Rap nigga
Lrae the African drilla
She never been with a Trap
She's obsessed with with rich Nigga
She never been a Big

Too many sleeping just wake from the nap
I can't trust a soul cuz they stabbing my back
God keep on telling me rap on these tracks
Did this all by

mean it's bigger than these 16s and these big dreams
I'm trying to make some big cream in the big scene
Don't we all...want a few cribs and a pool and 12

of budding careers
That can end by a letter
Saying you've got a week
To pack up your shit
Me and Nate at the circus
We finna get rich
Yeah we finna get rich

Chorus

Got goals to crush and big dreams to fulfil
Drivin by ambition, let God have the wheel
Proud of the solid foundation I've built
Embrace the hard

Lasik
To see eye to eye with a real one baby
Big tat on my big back that mean
I'm a alpha call me big cat and
I got that make them sweat
Walk by and they

niggas be worried bout the wrong things
Stack it real high, stack it by my lonely
Yeah I'm on the road, boulevard of broken dreams
I can't sell my soul, I

in my anger
It's boiling inside
I just wanna throw hands
Cuz that's all I know
I have these big plans
I'm ready to blow
I keep telling my mans
We ready

rich

The ho turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her

Since 5 years old, met her, fell in love wit her

I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes

The Game

Common

Lethal Squad Mixtapes: Dose #1 - Infecting Ears with Every Hit

2007

Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs

The Game

Common

Finding Forever

2007

Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs

B-lo
(East side of that B-lo)
Black and pink doors
Neck lit up like it's Reno
(Neck lit up like it's Reno, ah)
Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino

Rocking
Big Gold 
Like A Don
Bitch I’m a Don

MAFIA MUSIK

Written By 
Raheem Williams

the bank up

You know the code money over hoes
Big black whip when I'm out on road
Made me list wrote down all my goals
Now a nigga rich wearing brand new

eternity
100 level dem don this virgin my virginity
Big boy but my friends Dey call me daddy's boy
Cus when I Dey with chicks you Dey talk like pikin wen

just to get by
Thought you was gon get rich you just gettin high
The opps family mad at us
Ridin wit the spatula
I could've said the drake but the feds

they comprehend us
We just trynna get rich
Get some money
Can't beef 'bout no bitch
She ain't honest
I do not wanna talk
Call another day
Hop in the Stu

the poor and the old is seduced by the young dylan sample

we were driving a tonne, in the midnight sun
for hours, there wasn't a single soul in sight

a big city dream
Niggas selling their souls to appear on TV,' cause man gotta eat
People doing a 9 to 5, just to sleep at ease
One way of avoiding

It's only dark till it ain't no more
Left from the crib in the AM, this is right
off of the back of me losing my job, and the
rent gets paid by

saaay, we dont do trust
Not no more
Not no more yea yea

Be my woe, not my op
We get rich, we all we got
Ima stir coffee pot
Im a problem Solve me not

in fast getting rich
Yall hate it
Talking big bread the shit caucasian
Here to get it started
Only give you the best of me
Work in sets of three
Come

could u show me sumn i ain't seen before?
say what's on ya mind i done heard it all
tryna get rich before the re-cession
pray for a nigga bitch i