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Where I grew up the kids are stuck on dumb
I get triggered if they asking where I'm from
I don't trip I just stand my ground
Getting too big for they

twisted I fight by myself
You don't got money then you need some help
I'm making music I hope that you felt
Don't need a feature I do it myself
You don't

but you can have her for the day and she really for the gang, but she can go ahead and play

Only smoke on good kush, could care less about your vape

I'm wearing Montclair
You could hold up my Glock
But I know it's still there
Speeding on through the blocks
Scope on red and I'm watching for ops
Sweet,

wanna have-

(It's not for you)

Again alone again
I take my life
Until nothing's left
I swore I'd never cry for you baby
Say goodbye to your money
Say

I'm Gilbert Arenas
Heard y'all niggas ain't getting no money
Yall piece keep D'in y'all niggas really not eating
Headshot word to my mother spilt blood

nigga, about getting them chips, you know that Frito-Lay
Short with my money, you dummy can't take this from me
Security in the strip club, nigga, they try

Oh my God its Akwaba on the beat
Waddup Akwaba
South south hottest
Sugar Klington
Oya oya oya
Anything when go give me stress for this life
Tell

(Richie on the beat)
Shawty she in love with my bands (With my bands, yeah)
Hit her so good now she can't stand (Now she can't stand, yeah)
"Jetboy

time to eat
Ima shoot the shot pistol Pete
She text my phone she missin me
I sell za I smoke for free
Got good business it's a garentee
Link up with

a dreammmmmm

Pussy money weedddddd
that’s all i want for a dreammmmmm

when i roll in my nigga thought am ice cold
break safe bitch or we hit the damn code
cra

asking for money, that's why I give her my money, 
We fucking so roughly, I love the way that she touch me 

In public we acting so classy 
In

pull up hella clean
Surrounded by the fiends
Married to the money, I'm committed to the green, yeah
Aye, now the squad about to roll (We boutta roll)

and we didn't have a pot to piss in
Praying for the skies to open up lord God will-in
My phone been ringing lately baby you know thats money calling
Ima be

a nigga getting money with some motion
This that good drink, go head mix it like some potion

Never signed a deal but i gotta know the portion
Bitch I ain't

Small boy from the ghetto wey dey try make some money
Young boy wey dem talk say e no go lead to nothing
Small boy for the hood wey dey talk say him

believe in miracles
Repent now for my sins
Call out for your soul, oh

Go ahead and play with my money, my money
Baby, it's so fuckin' funny to me, I

you (with you)
Are here no more
We had some good days but
I know this for sure

No days go by, that I'm not thinking of you
And no way can I,

for love, nothing more, no no
My shit still on
Feeling good being tall
You that nigga, yeah I found my reason to talk the talk
Bxtch, walk the walk
Fvxk

At least you still talk back oh God damn
I'm not bad, I'm crazy motherfucker

Puffy said it's all about the Benjamins
I'm good at making money

a man
With his hands up
Make you scared enough so you shoot
I
Got robbed
By my fuckin brother
But I ain't mad
It's all good
I know nigas shootin
Cause

Chillin' in a Benz With my new Good friends Got some money to Spend Might just buy some
Fendi Painting and drinkin' Brews Till we all get
Loose

yourself, know what I'm sayin'?
Like, people be real-deal mad
My ex, and my old friends, all them hoes mad
Like, they ain't got shit good to say about me

of them text her

I give her back just like money you
Tuck her like she was profit
Hold up, shout out my nigga Diddy we hit shit
I hit so many hoes I need