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own shit, cannot live by your script, yeah
Fuck that 50 shit, when I blow, I go rich

I'm straight from the streets, stick that shit, cannot flip,yeah

books about me me
Yeah you slow, like turtles from the weed
But this the only way I breathe
My money grow on fucking trees
2 step my way down the street

I just hit that's police code
Screaming, "F the police" even tho 5-0 on the street though
Got her screaming then she go to sleep I don't even like

The snow blows cold
As the night grows old
And i feel weak
The lack of sleep
Weighs on the back of me
While we drive to the meet
It's a ride to defeat
What i

I tried to tell these niggas I been kickin' shit like it's judo
Slidin' by my Uno, ridin' in a 2-do
Keep a glock dynamic duo
Bullets hot like the sun

inside your daughter

You can hustle on the corner 
Don't get caught up
Cold streets
The dogs will maul ya
The feds will haul ya

Incarceration's pending

Raised by Tom and Jerry, they're sure to blame

Roaming the outback, he can't back
In his mind he is on the right track
Going too fast, trying to yak

obsessions
Only paying with my cash, feds trying to track the card
We can catch you on that avenue, that street, or boulevard
Fifty k up on my page, yeah i'm

out and ended up in an article (In the article)
H street, catch me chilling by the bank
What the fuck is in yo wood cuz that shit do not stank
I quit

years
When he signed up with Company L
Sharp shooters of the fifty sixth Regiment
Ready to give those rebels hell, yeah

They came from the mountains

on the road and come back home with 50 naira
And I will show my mom
And she will be like wow wow son, am proud of you, am proud of who you have become
Vision

of the jeep catch a federal
And these nigga too weak putting pussy on pedestal
I see em i'll drop em catching a felon
Opp in the street and the nigga gone die

Fifty-Sixth Street
Has got me losing control
When I think of what could've been
If I'd a spoken up just a little bit more
Sit down at a restaurant, studying

Hey what you doin?
Yeah niggas den got fake since they got back
Oh, well I was just wondering can
You buy me this purse?
Its Louie, yo belt Louie
So

Killing White Lies
Outside, we outside
I ain't juicing but I'm lifting the bar
P style got it lox no diddy
Boy Ive been taking them shots like 50
the badder

then, I'm drinking coffee
And rolling cigarettes and looking out at
The hot baked street and
A lady just walked by wiggling
It in tight white pants
And we

Riding on the beat
Down the side of the street
Where shawty ain't got no love for me
So imma go back to the lights in the city
Cuz I been feeling

out gang, we don't do drive-bys no more
We do the hit's on the floor
Catch him out buyin' some 'Woods
Leave him in front of the store
Blicks on us,

wheelie
Been made a milly, your bitch can get near
Me, she told me she love me
I texted back "Ily"
That's not a shorty, that's all of our
Shorty's, so if

On tuh duh next one, (x2)

Killed a nigga once,

Now it’s hard regret one;

A nigga comin,

Back in dese streets,

Finna Bring lotta smoke,

Fuh yuh beef,

They said come for 9:00
We came for 12:50
By 2:00 I was gone
And took the whole party with me
We ran down the street
With our pants around our ankles

after I help my mama babysittin'
I was smokin' by my dolo when I rapped on instrumentals, I was

Lookin' for serenity (lookin' for serenity)
But, you know

Crowded in a thoughts make me forget your presence
How your hardwork manifest essence
You are loved by every child
Pacific ocean to the Nile
Help me

(Gggg gyra)
(Bitch)
(Hmm)
The lights off, we still shining so you know it's us
No days off, I'm still grindin' FN by my nuts
Fifty P's ain't bussin'