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seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
crowns on our heads
It's not about the dollar bills, no, I'll be just fine
I just want my respect and what's mine
It's not about you bowing down
We're all
pussy nigga!
I'm sorry you can never feel my life
Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright
It's hard to elevate when this country's ran by whites
lit, and you know I brought the bitch
Big bills bring change but you know I never switch
Ten toes down shit, in the sand that is
Every morning blowin
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
This is the early evening edition of the news.
The recent fight in the House of Representatives was over the open housing
section of the Civil
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
This is going anymore
Societies denial of what I've been in
Forced to force it about crime and sin
What gang you in
Or make a country album where
Rover (woo)
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator (uh-huh)
Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
Put me in your door panels or your
5 White boys do my taxes ain't talking N Sync
Brothers and my gang we on go all in sync
You done dropped an album after album
nigga it stinked
Plays
Ah
WOLF FRIEND
Aka
DIRTYMONKEY
Act like a Monkey, Kid
Driving with active Chick
I'm dropping my album that you don't expect
Listen to this real quick
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
basic needs
If I gotta be a Nomad that's fine by me
got bills for water and heat
That's basic needs what the fuck you mean
If I gotta be a Nomad no
thoughts around me ain't getting me by
I'm finding truth in wounds much deeper than mine (Than mine)
And
Soon I'll pay my own bills with the bred from my
Man sniff beak
While I smoke my potent weed
Had him in a alleyway
To be making Ps
To many frenemies a bill a zoot
Then freeze
All of my life
Got me
acts of treason?
If you love your country so much then
Why don't you stand up for what the fuck you believe in?
If you don't then you'll fall for
the country then work for free, sleep for peace yo
Flee the country then work for free, sleep in peace
I be working all day, cause the homies off tomorrow
I'll
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
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