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of the food
Don't waste time listening to fools
I'm all about the food

I have the meal ticket in the boiler room
We gone do life for this shit soon
Waking up

side ain't really what they seem to be
I came to do more than slaughter 
I came to conquer 
I came to win at all cost and pay it accordingly 
And take

we didn't go far
How can blame me
For leaving when you talk about your past instead of us
How can you blame
You want this magic but couldn’t give ya

miss

Soon everybody know this and understand too
Say she ain’t a fan but she blow it just like a candle
No this ain’t a brag dude, no telling what I can

cars 
Meet up with the cartel in double R’s 
I don’t associate with rappers 
Who got rich spitting them struggle bars  
You don’t gotta know about this

what ya bitch bout
Call it pride month, cause yo nigga steady coming out
Put that hoe in line cause that hoe started showin out
My dawgs always with it,

Mastermind at work watch me work
Watch me work for it
Get til it's gone and do it all again tomorrow
All my sorrows in these bars
Followed by curses

What you do goes full circle like the peddles on a bike 

 

 

I just, need someone to discover my talent
And get this money and balance
And it’s

change ya’ life 

Got no diamonds got no ice 
But just know I’ll treat you right 
We don’t stress and we don’t fight 
Change the dark into the light 

Aye

don't know what to do
Dear daddy
Happy birthday old man, boy you about to catch up with me
Dear daddy
Just wishing you a happy birthday, call me back
Dear

weep, when the cause of their grief's
In the dirt, or a ditch, by the side of the road,

I dig graves with this microphone,
None of you know what

Sometimes it hurts less if you just give up
I got a diss track about you but I'm still sleeping in your shirt
It's embarrassing really but ya I'm kinda hurt
I

Lord Can I say
Lord third day you raised
Lord you just forgave
We praise we praise yeah yeah
We praise we praise

Ya see being a christian is about

disrespect
I was in the crib writing songs
Before I got text
Been telling yall just do it nigga
Before I got check
Lifestyle living baby
This what slide

The damage a broken heart can Do
Soon I realized that life was a highway
But I found out the hard way
I only got rid of you by getting rid of me
I put myself

on a penthouse
I'm so Westside loced out, half the homies coked out
Lil cousins smoke now, Bitch what you know about
The TPL it's like they're raising us for jail

hell
What we finna do? Shoot scam trap, don't ever tell
Rich just like a doctor half the time, that's the dream we sell

Santa Monica Boulevard
Well what do you know
Just like she said
It's car wash row
I never thought it could be so cold
In West Hollywood
But there's

disrespect me bye please
cuz ya see what i mean i talk about green got a lot a blue hunnids for me and the team
y’all want a handout and be way to lazy but New

the fuck you keep callin my phone
I know what you mean
I can’t do shit like that
 
 
If it ain’t bout no money ion even wanna talk about that shit
Ya hear me

bring me down

One thing about me, imma do me, fuck what you think
Got mad soul, imma big vibe, but I won't try to make you shrink
Don't push me cuz I'm

My face known on the back road, where villains roam
Innocence in yo soul won't hold, sympathy shown gives power to foes
It's all about control, keep

Sky Prinx
Sanzo man

You've got some money you've got the cars what the fuck ya want again nigga
But your mother still de find weytin she go chow for

Like an unknown flying object by the spaza, young niggas look up to us
Android 19
I never tier run laps around these niggas, sport at 10
I got game ya