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to get rich light skin lavish n***a I'll take your bitch
I don't need no handouts I'd rather do it by myself I done came up from the dirt 
And I don't want

Mill, dollar bills
I was chasing girls but now I'm onto record deals
Baby I was broken, now my heart is made of steel
And I ain't tryna fall for nobody

down to pop shells
Only for the family, I'll risk bein in a cell (Only, only)
But even God has sent in own creation to Hell
Mimic me and I'll just say oh

Outro

Drama

Gangsta Grilz, Vol. 12

2007

(Georgia)
Everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still praying which ya
Everybody crying but (Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt

here he should've been there
But nigga im here Ain't
Nobody that nigga real
He real talk and that nigga real spit
And everything that i spit i
Really

nobody in the streets that your ass could trust
Knuckle up
It was fucked up
But that was years ago
Pain never decays
Or goes away
You ever tried getting

down on me I felt the masses
Don't nobody love me
But bitches wan fuck me
They touch me and touch me
All day n night, Cudi
They act so funny when you

it show on your face 
The risk that I take to fill up the safe 
I Just beat a case my record erased 
Bought moma estate 
What more can I say

Use

answer
I can't wait to make you
Turn you to a fountain
Trynna take you to a place where ain't nobody around us
But you my dog so I understand the reason

And saved me from this mental stage
Louis Vuitton bag, fuckin' you in the back
Of Motherfuckin' show, Chanel Prada
Bitch, you fuckin' mine
May be broke, but

Maybe Ill go buy a crib out in philly
Hit up a stu and record wit Meek Milly
I know I can do it but yall think its silly
Cuz yall think im dreamin

chase records while we chase coochie

The realest Down South hot two, in your face like kabuki
Get krunk, don't be no lame brain top bankhead
Props,

you to death
You can count on me
If there’s nobody else
Put it all on me
I’ll get it all done all by myself
Put it all on me
You can put it all on me

Georgia... Bush

Lil Wayne

Dedication 2 [Extended]

2006

everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt

vibes, black fucking Beatles
Gah Gah
Who else am I smoking on? I'm smoking on Donnie
Bitch, don't got no friends, but I got mine they got me
Jeremiah's

own problems They can't get over, why would I go to them with mine thinking they could help me out
So I started taking my problems on face to face, you

And that Glock nine
I kept mine
At all times
Now i'm just fine
I sip wine
In sunshine
On the west coast
Take boat rides
In low tides
Did everything but sky

(itself!)
Try not to pop, and I'll try not to brag, but this money I made it myself (I made it myself)
Run from the cops like I'm tryna play tag, get you sad

mixtapes

I'm not afraid, take my face and my name, paste it on the front page
I'm already famous and you'll never change it by hating 
Or claiming

Cradle to the Grave

2Pac

Thug Life, Vol. 1

1994

out here on our own
So I got two gats, one black and one of chrome
Now I don't wanna hurt nobody, but I must defend mine
It's all the fuck I got, so

be lit
Redesign fall in line
Kiss the lips read the mind
We fly by casualties minimized
When we up in the field with mines
Peaceful times we don`t

Im Fly

Trae Tha Truth

Street King

I been repping since I was twelve, but now I'm 25 strong
With the family of A.B.N., running and toting some'ing chrome
I never trained to be in

them by one minor complication probably forgotten but it's jotted it in pages 
Like the Bible I'm an idle man who tries to be a light or lamp for anyone

to voice record me when I'm speakin'
I'm hearin' voices
I can hear all these voices, yo
I made a choice, I got my voice, I made a sound, I'm makin' noise