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(know plug)
Ich mache aus der Trap eine goldmine
Run a check off, fast - Usain Bolt style
Stipper-pole im basement
Yeah we gettin' guap now
Essen Lobster

up
I'm tryna get the whole way up
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna run up my riches
Yes, you know I never lovin' that bitch
Trying not to put that boy in

Far from Yours

O.C.

Jewelz

1997

Uh yeah  phenomenon  yeah 
Oh yeah,  baby far from yours, oh yeah 

Yo  time is most limited I'm back on the scene 
O replenishes  potency like

growin' a mad ting (bang)
We got UK cheap and eighths for the low
Three-five go five for the damn ting
I paid three G's for the hand ting (ha)
Can your

a check, like the ones on my shoes
Said she missed what we had
I don't miss nothin', except stackin' up these racks
I'ma pray for you niggas, steady goin'

kicking shit with the homies
Rolling up that gas by the O-Z
Used to sell pack by my lonely
Never been lacked stayed up on me

Only when my baby hit my line

And I won't be merciful (BITCH)
Nothin' runs like a Deere, except you
I love the smell of fresh
Cut grass and death too i'm armored by fat
Don't think

with the flavors
Stepping in my cortez
Embracing all the danger
Held by my hopes
And my grandma's prayers
We don't share the same fears
But how could you

flip & run up a check
You're so smooth, I couldn't tell by the way that you dress
You like it freaky
Undercover freak ting
Baby
Sweet hearted

on the way
Yuh take up my but don't stay
Yeah baby I'm fine by the way
Yeah I'm fine by the way
It takes time to be great
Hit my line what to say
You don't

dozens
So where he at now?
He by the docks now hurry
Our flights at 7:30
We gotta get there early
Ok I'll see ya there
He better come prepared
He had

check it
Smith & Wesson, "Lethal Weapons"
Like Detective Wesley on the rise
I been on a roll
Take you for a ride
I been on the road
Know these niggas

always keep the heat close by
Know that they plotted they hoping I die
I will always keep the heat close by
Know that they plotted they hoping I die
My

a way
My family gotta eat

Punching the clock like I'm in the twelfth round with Cashius
Get my check, pay all the bills and I'm still Wondering where my

for the Poseidon
Better run up her zone, alas!
And then your butter's now gone!
Al-Lat sing to me I need you by my night ride
Woman with me
Bare

a retry, representin' for the fam and
Eastside we live, baby
Yeeha, the horsepower got you niggas behind

Bout to show 'em I'm ahead by design
Level up

MY DRINK SO FOUL
SMOKE BOW BY BOW
I ROLL LIKE PLOW
GOD DAMN LIL HOE
THEY HATE ME NOW
ID HATE ME TOO
IF I WAS YOU LIL BITCH
BABY WANNA BE ME
I JUST

to stop it
That was part of the problem
I had to go
When I touch down in Texas
I ain't know what to expect
One thing I knew I was next
Run me that check
But

Waste time won't waste mines I Hit decline on that FaceTime
Like, bad lil thang gotta run up a Check all hands on deck when I Grip on the tech
Before I

I've had this thought, my whole life, that you'd come find me, check how I've been
But that's not the case, I get it though
Cause I was brought into

But check it this time I'll be the one dissected
I can't wait to feel the heat when lead and flesh meets
Bitter sweet baby, I been waiting for this
Go

plaques
Say when you love that nigga
Baby don't judge that nigga

Got a stain up on his life you
Just gone smudge that nigga

I keep a glock yeh by my reach

Cause it’s like this
And ima player in this game so I can’t quit
Met her at the beach
So I had to check my reach
She was strolling wit her man
Up ahead by

spill that shit
Rather take a sip
And think about accomplishments
And hope that whatever accomplished by me leaves em all astonished
In the long run
Got