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years
In the same lane, still mashing, still after
Life chasing, death waiting, mind open
My heart closing, soul, colorfully rich but my art broken

like a locomotive
I'm motivated by Pun
You could never catch me lacking
My squad be toting guns
Y'all ain't bout that action
All you pussies is my son

Lacking Precipitation

Sixtoo

The Psyche Continuum

and tribulations of manipulation and lies.

My son will never see the snow, except in 3-d simulators,
And open-space science replication escalators.
And I will

a half a mil' on cars
With only two accidents
Bitch want some perks
Gave that hoe laxatives
I started stuntin' in the pussy
Forgot my adjectives
Fucked

The high discover me, hit the front porch
Two women butterly lovely in front of me got my head gone
I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them
got

just stormy weather
Oh y'all should know by now
I can't fall for nothing
Oh god I stand my ground
Momma told me something
Son why you so far down
Commas

death on the street
Im here to blurry ya vision
Then burry competition
Like a wip chain
Make any chick sing
Now you see em multiply by millions
Cause my

tripping though
Bolt that two door up it look like I'm in a boat
Paper on me got enough you can write a note

Whoo whoo Air Force or Jordan my shoes
No Dior

This Life

Kane & Abel

Rise to Power [Clean]

1999

bail
Thinkin 'what do I believe in, heaven or hell?'
Sometimes the street's stressed do my best but still fail
I grew up poor put in work and got rich

I stuck to the plan, now I count up by the band 
I stuck to the plan got a line outside my trap house like I’m giving away free grams 

Hook 

Young

another one (yeah)
They couldn't break my mother's son 
(Uh, they couldn't break my mother's son) Huh, yeah
You runnin' the race, you never won (you

move)
My daughter on the way
But I told Blasian have my son, though
I'm shadowed by my past
I just want the sun to shine on me

We took a finger off

Airplanes - soaring through the sky
Jet trails on the tail of a passerby
Passed by in the passing lane, my past, bye
I don't wanna see you again, I'd

mean it had to give him great joy
To get my young innocent eyes locked on ladies parading Playboy
By the time I was thirteen I was into hard-core porn

many millions
Let me remind y’all, all my little sons
And for y’all haters, two big middle ones
Y'all ain't fuckin’ with us
Two big metal ones
You

done heard it all
tryna get rich before the re-cession
pray for a nigga bitch i need blessing's
night mares fuckin up my sleep oh no
bad dreams coming

consistent
Give that bitch a couple weeks and you gon' catch him slipping
Getting rich the mission no intermission
Double up my hustle take my life without

Savage the way I floss 

No Rick Ross, I stack my chips 

Jeans to be a boss 

No Kris Kross 

Imma be a rich bitch 



( Verse 2 )

Yeah, uh 

I’m so

n***** ain't been on shit

If right now, you're hearin' me fucked up, just wait to hear when I'm rich

It's been hella' m's on my mitt

I ain't thinkin'

exotic 
Rich bitch let me take you to the projects
Show you where I make the profit 
You a queen but you could be my hood goddess 

(Repeat) 

Yeah yeah

bunch
Let me smoke all my stress gei me weed make ar blunt
Ar wan or build foundation man for save every month
The suffer dem boku any tem wae r cont
Rich

or not”
They can’t drop me I never signed my name by  the dot.
I’m C.E.O  president I got my own damn spot.
It’s going down’...
I got a long way to go “I

Efa Efa Efa
Now we for real
Singing to the pussy like I'm B Two C with my PHD
Pretty Huge Dick
Kinda wish I didn't start like this
But I need a way

Shoot my shot from close range
I'm the one that turn they neck when I pull up at your place
Staying humble anyway
Cannot make it by myself
I just seen