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future
Don't make me do u
Hallelujah 
Flew the cope
Pour up the duce
Make it muddy for ya buddy
Shawty we stay ridding fly
Aaa
I'm on my way to the money

even if it's punch a clock but you gotta stay....Ay ...ay hold on..
Blood pumping running after this money cardiovascular,  country down to the bone but

a kickstand for them niggas with a big plan
I don't know no better I was caught up in a mix
Pullin' on her tracks while bustin' down her upper lip
Someone

dreams that have no equal
I await my happy sequel
I'm now perched upon my seat
You make me feel so complete

Every mornin', I'm up till four
With people, I

the colors in between (yeah)

We're the remix to the mainstream, the soundtrack of the bold (turn it up)

A generation rising up, our stories yet untold (let

a nigga when the math is off
Ain't no passion lost
You did some time on the island
That was your last resort
Die by the sword is what I often quote
When I

MODEL D & MPC-60 BEATS: Bobby Sparks II

Verse 1:
Let me tell you bout a girl so fine 
Take you down around Baton Rouge
She knows what she's working with

mike
Im on the block like dwight
Fuel up the g5 take flight
Whipping a nissan no license
Catch plays like receiver jerry rice
I keep the glizzy by my

But I had family and friends that I needed to see
So I sent up a smoke signal with some green

And wouldn't you know one by one I found my fam
Everyone

fucking tree
So don't you call my parents or come crawling back to me
Merry Christmas, go fuck yourself
I can celebrate the holidays all by myself
With

but He's filled up spiritually.
Old Nick, he then comes trippin' by, sayin' "Just turn this rock to food."
Jesus said "No thanks, I'm busy'
Gotta go

that image figures you been dead 
More impressive than a speech from Nick Clegg 
Beat made by my brother call this incest 
Money to make with Loose

dollars on ya mind I can't relate
No I lay me down to sleep I wish death on my enemies
Empty tha whole 30 clip make sure you clean up 'fore you leave
Catch

Cause this is the danger zone.

You can keep on trying
And fly on cloud 9
But it will rain down one day
So beware
Immaturities
Insecurities
Keep them

“Uhh yeah”

Children, lesson hour is in
Listen up 

Bitch is cold in these streets 
I can not breath 
Get off my neck 
For the anthem I knee 
You can

you
But I got too much to lose
I'm getting higher, Wock in my arms got me tired
The biggest desire, Walk in the room like Messiah
Gotta go get up my

I don't know what to believe
Fat man in handcuffs
Or reindeer getting towed down the street
Is nothing sacred anymore
Whatcha gonna tell the kids

Yea yop yop
Aye, yop
Yeaaa, yop
Alright yop yop
When you wake up in the morning gone hit that shit
Told you if it's plays on yo line don't miss that

down the Toby Carv'

Realer, realer
Ain't got to be a big drug dealer
I'm on the street like Rita
We run the thing like Julius Cesar
Wheel up

You can be the hardest worker but you worthless if you ain't working
Purpose is to persevere so I had to put down the herb and beer
Constantly coming

of time,
His clip drop down, he start signifyin,
You a bitch Cash run with ya bitch ass,
Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas,
Right then, I knew your

cried and whinnied
On that rooftop in Virginee
And it looked like Santa Claus was really through

My dad climbed up the ladder
He said "Nick, that just

gone aim at yo face 
Gotta run them racks by the end of the day
Walking round with the 40 like Shawn Kemp
Yea these bullets to big you can't dodge them

by case
If cash stacks a heavy burden you'd choose to break spine

Bitch I only give a fuck about the guap
Dead set on getting fetty til' my body