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sit-ups or just get up
Do some reps ‘fore I cry
Our few heroes deserve the best you can try
So by God, just look us straight in the eye
And tell us you’ll

Uh huh, yo flocka, what up, nigga?
Montana

These old niggas dead, bring the forks out
Montana Josh Smith with the Hawks out
Swiss cheese on him
I'll

when I
Yeah i spit that shit that make you drool
I make places and faces better
Sometimes I like to sit down
And just by the fact that I can’t get better

bones
Y'all are just making clones out of mannequins
You'll get out worked through these sentences
Verbal mac truck fond of smacking stuck venison
Guts

What (Aye)
Aye (Gang)
What (Gang, gang, gang, game)
What what what what what (Vafy, Swervo)
I ain't trippin on none of you bitches
So don't get

Been feeling down
But I know everything come back around
I'm young but I'm proud
It took me effort to get off the ground
I'm smoking on loud

the promised land
A religion of pills and bills
Don't get it confused
This world is abuse
It's run by old men; they're tricking the youth
Pills on pills like

this 8th off and I’ll get to work by 8
Doubling up my grind
Made up for tax I pay
Co workers up in mine
They saw both my phones today
Trizzy one

with some fucking sweet candy
I beat everyone you could even add Angie
Working at fast food shit was so scary
Had to get help by the goat fucking Larry

It's been a long time let me get back
I'm still in my prime let me get back
Success by design let me get back
Get back get get get back
Running

wanna get rich, she gon' fuck with us
She go get a bag, bring it back to us
She ate up the gang on the tour bus

Push up to the show and we rock it out

shit here foul
My nigga josh it killed me that I’m pouring Hennessy
It’s so wicked his brother stabbed him in the back literally
In front of dukes

Ric Flair

Killer Mike

PL3DGE

2011

of all time forever and ever
One surprise, one surprise, shh! Wooo! I'm back

To make it out the ice cold streets of the city
You better have a Christopher

the streets
They don't love you
Watch yo back, keep yo strap, watch for rats
Watch for the trap that they try to pick
Get yo money don't trust no bitch, no

just tryna get by, don't steal from me unless you really wanna die
They say "grass is always greener on the other side"
If you ain't getting money get

we’ve mixed it down

Get used to the face because I’m sticking around
Its you or the money I’m picking the pound
Legitimate cash so I’m legally bound
I’m

Josh where's the bass?
I got hoes tryna talk to me, that use to walk right past me
I'm a ghost, I'm a killer, I got murders back from last week
I got

love this bitch, or make me just the way she throw it back
Wake up in the morning, first thing on my mind is get the sack
The way I'm runnin' plays, you

Oh this shit really get major, Ian really gotta do too much
Chauffeur to different places, Ian really gotta move too much
Take her to different

shook
We don't play by the rule book
You come around get took
Yeah its straight just like that
Bring the beat right back
Like snap chat I might snap
I got

yeah
Hit the phone
Looking for the pack
Come down
Sit up in the back
Downtown
We blow a hunnid racks
Then make songs get the hunnids back
Hit the phone

I'mma drug addict
Look at him with all them chains on
Don't fuck with him, might get rained on
Meet the plug in Hong Kong
I'm back and forth like

down, we get back up
We shake it off when things get tough
We hit our knees and pray for help
'Cause we ain't ever by ourselves
We lean on love

Get that latency up, y'all fuckin' dafty, dafty, dafty
Shimmy shimmy ya baby give me what you got
The rhythm in my noggin like the tickin' of a clock