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would live like this

Gotta get it by any means
Invested in myself 
Now I play for the winning team
For the money I’m a fiend
I be chasing after that

undercovers and fake friends
It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men

[Chorus - John Legend]
It's where ya live, it's where ya play
It's where ya

calling me, that goes beyond faith
A strong blessing, they calm stressin'
Extraordinary person, can't relate to John Legend
You see, I speak with my

Sleep when I'm gone

[Intro]
cbout to change the game
The Pied Phifer!
The Foundation!
GCD, Money $quad!
I'm for real about this!
Let's go!

[Chorus]

She know I'm too smooth, too swift, too G
She know I'm too cool, too tough, too sweet
I can't be stressing about a broke hater
You say you got money

themselves so they my observation
In the hood all the legends die and cruise in hearse
This is real life pain not your metaverse
Rich folks blowin money

not
Fuck what I got, let’s talk what I’m getting’ your man on a mission.
Talk about money you feel like I’m dissin’ 
Live by the grind like it’s part

going fast, money on the dash, blowin' all this gas
Out the the window as I pass by my haters
I'm armored deep with the layers, sittin' court side with

Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!

(Uh)

not no rumor
Because I'm gonna be a legend with the mic, me and Boomer
Back back back back back to back to back to back bangers
I'm calling plays in

can tell
By the fireside at night
Children gather around
Hark the legend of the hardheaded
Arthur Morgan john Marston's taking notes
I was long before

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

the legends fuck around and be a icon
Know I got more focus than a Nikon money don't make me
I'm the same whether Margielas or nikes on
Watch for niggas hissing

Man you talking shit to me like you even in the same ball park
You can't see me, I'm like John cena bitch
I am a all star
Got him in heavy motion,

If You So Gangsta

Lloyd Banks

Hunger for More [Clean]

2004

t'ings er' way
I'm rap's LeBron, Teflon Don
Baguettes on arm, the next Sean, John
By any means I protect my charm
Blade'll bubble you up, like Moet,

boss, I ain't runnin' it by you
Makin' so much money, think I could buy you
With the humpmen in old town, like bayou
She asked me what's on my neck,

the one I vent to 
Damn, 
If I spill my heart, I'm better by end of session 
Not your ordinary people like your John legend 
If you have my back why it

So I'm John Doe
By the time we on it
She'll be long gone 
Been a born winner, so I'll die a legend
I've been working, stacking, racking sessions
Always

glory like hopeful John Legend vocals
Respect the allegory ridiculous, every story I kick 
Cause life is messy (Messi) if I'm a Leo with plenty of goals

on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you

on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you

life I want your money
I want the lot
Bonnie and Clyde were lovers
Ruthless as they come
Live by the gun
Die by the gun
Give me what you got
Or you'll

Standin' down on Main Street across from Mr. Blues
My faded leather jacket, my weathered Brogan shoes
A chill north wind was blowin', but the spring

Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows

Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if