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Seen the money Hav and P was gettin' off the top

All for hip hop, I wasn't goin' back to the block

My man Muggs introduced me to you Nitty and G.O.D

down
Over here it’s getting harder to
Try to block our reality
New and improved hood hoopers
Think they Jaquan now
You know you lost when you
Start

of just paying bills
It ain't real
And thats how I grew like so many more
And it is part of who I am i am very sure
You wanna know the rage I feel in my

ol' hairstyle

If trump, is impeached? You'll see, what'll
Happen... I can't imagine! He's more useless
Than giving zombies a statin... Mike p

I get this feeling in my stomach when you say to me,
You love me in those Air Max and those cargos and that ACG,
Just stay with me, sit by the piano

don't dance, they boogie every chance Like Ants in our pants, Ants in our
I'm in the middle of the club all by myself I do it so good, I don't need nobody

automatically die
Capable to slide, wit' a U-P-T
You out of bound, you ain't from uptown, cross Martin Luther King
Its pistol play on up and up
Niggas being big

running low grabbing P sum mo
Big Glock 23 with the scope  
Man down man down (Brrrr) he ran up to close

You a hoe (Bitch), and we kno that fa sho 
I'm in

wrote back you know bro code the bitch
I looked down like damn this lil bitch just ain’t shit
But the pussy the shit and it’s gushy like gusher
She know

glass floors when you look down
You can see the basement
See through the glass with the
Covers and the matrix
Real based talk understand what Im saying?

c'est la vie

You turned my world right upside down
All the things I loved before I no longer care about
I filled my life with fancy things
Those

spend, yeah
We was the ones by the store
Lil' niggas with nothin' to give, yeah
My foot on they throat
You should be beggin' me to lift
Right at the lick,

Break the Grip of Shame

Paris

The Devil Made Me Do It

1990

I resist
I don't burn, so don't you dare riff
or step to me, I'm strong and black and proud
And for the (bullshit) I ain't down
Life in the city's

my old bitches good riddance 
'Cause when you got money hoes come automatically 
And no hoes don't do nothin' but cause some static see 
I went from

Ayy, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here, man
R.I.P. them niggas, haan

Used to ride the front of the bus now I'm in the back

the mud got that shit by myself, yea
Niggas can't fuck with the plug I got
Think that nigga fucking with the cartel
I was just busting down bales, yea
Try

down DOA
I can't fold on the road to the riches
Told lil bro the moto is these figures
Fuck these hoes ain't no love for these bitches
Kick shit P never

go) Shiesty mask ain't no case,
Man down D.O.A
I can't fold on the road to these riches,
Told lil bro the moto is these figures
Fuck these hoes ain't no

get beat by the guys and that's for talkin' on tracks
Catch him lackin he get muscle relax
Catch him lackin he get put in a pack
You and your mans, they

against her brown skin

Money in the bank doesn't make you rich
A big flash car, doesn't make you happy
Rosita knows, what she has, makes her
The richest

in the air
Yeah, no different than the weed that I share
Good vibes coming by
Fuck misery, don't ask me why
Stubborn as can be, don't worry G
Promise,

to try it
I have the recipe for you

P's Don't Try this At Home
Prison Surprise • Ramen noodles
• Doritos (you could also substitute with
Cheez-Its

That's with the good and the bad
Like yin and the yang
So fuck what you heard, I don't give a damn
Don't care what you say, I still am the man
And I do

fuck with me, that's R.I.P. murder to first degree
You play with me, that's R.I.P. murder to first degree

Ya, ya, see you ain't never broke the bank