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I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up

Yea I did it all
Without a gimmick
Yea I got tunnel vision
I just did another
Hundred k independent
On the apple music
Like the pack its moving
Every

a big mack
From Ybor to Mack block
Im good wit the fact talk
100 been my walk
By any means neccessary
I never need that talk
Straight out the mud
Been

the bag from bagdad
Bust it open like a coke can
I crept on this paper like Konan
Chasing the bag call me pac man
This joint be bigger then Scatman
You

Anita Maxx Wynn!

Yeah, is it real?

Look

Ion care about a check
I'm earning my respect
Ain no way I'm losing I got yahweh on my back
100 angels

You could call me Jigga
I'm motivated by living the good life
Man, I used to be pressed by being some n*ggas wife
I'm on my, is that a Patek and Pandora

Regardless

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips
a half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits?

{Bubba}
Nah but I might walk up in Kroger,

Hell

Canibus

Internal Affairs

1999

A hundred cc's of the uncut cleanest
In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous
To the left, we have right wing extremists
On a screen a man exposes his

the girls dem sugar like Beenie man
Here comes the boom
Here comes the rhythm, it shakes the room
Bucket hat so low, all you seein is me grinnin
If ya lookin

again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold

I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me, fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again
I record dope dope

the bag, too easy (Run it up)
Hundred thousand cash, too easy
(Hundred racks)
I'ma do the dash, too easy (Skrrt)
Skelly AP, new freezer (Hey)
Follow my lead

a bag full of money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor

Big bag of rubber bands by the night stand
In the wee

we rolling up
Gave my mans a hundred bands to keep it hush
They heard Dilano got that white shit Donald Trump
The most doubted a hundred verse

looking at me like
How you doing
Young black man
Are you a member
Because if you not
I'm sorry but you can't enter
Without a member ship
Please take

hornets
But my old life’s too boring
Said she don’t like, no poor man
So if I die, for the fame
I might buy, some more friends
Hundred bottles, I’m pouring

Diablo 
A hundred, a hundred (a hundred) 
Luciano 
These niggas don't keep it a hundred 
Ridin' 'round in that Kompresser with my lil' bro Good

man down im the fucking man now
She say she hate my guts
She say she had enough
Told her She my women crush
And that booty so robust
She saw the bag

Pull Up

JME

New Age

2019

Bombay
Dem man don't know what I do when I go from bealing
Leadin' the pack in black and I'm out with a bag
Step out with the phone and dab
Bust up

inspired by that feelin' that I provided (talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers

Rollin' on 20's

Lil' Flip

2 Fast 2 Furious

2003

And if it cost a hundred grand it's a supercar
I'm still ballin', 20 still crawlin'
Like retarded kids, my DVD's stallin'
Lakers still callin', but we

keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks
These girls is smart
Play your part, play your part"

(Sweet Jones)

Plottin' on hoes I ain't had
Percs in my pocket from laundromat
My bitch get a bag from her old man
Don't judge no one
Don't pull up if you ain't fuckin'

Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets