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a train on these pussy boy asses
I run this shit
I run that shit
Pull a fifty rack flight first class shit
I'm a real top shotter in a coupe
It's a lot

Said I'll be the biggest
And I meant it
look what's happening
Yeah lil bitch you witnessing the blow up
I was 17 when I had my first glow up
I been

abran, fuego
Protected with their pistols, ain't no substitute for NATO 
Law abiding citizen, they got themselves a halo
You're kidding, shooting 50 cans

Gotta Get It

Saukrates

Quest for Fire: Firestarter, Vol. 1

2001

rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast

them break you down
Just let it all go
Imma need my piece
Clarity heaven sent
Purple the weight of
Your glow
Covered in ivy
Don't ever let them break you

some
These the things that they won't ever teach you till you're on your own
It's a dog eat dog world and Cents$ay just tryna get a bone
Yea caught

your money: don't go to the show
And I turned around an' I said: HO HO
An' the Northern Lites commenced t' glow
An' she looked at me with a tear in her

how I lost composure it just makes sense
Could even make cents
Pose like Ms.Jenn
Make the world's neck bend like you're Beckham
When you walk by, bound

We got a lot of herb to blaze
(Herb to blaze, herb to blaze)
Uh
Yeah
Fuck it up
50 Cent I'm in the club
Four hundred and twenty blunts when I'm fuckin'

mans you's a bag you's a thick bitch

Big Bankroll, Whoa
Big Bankroll, Whoa
Big Bankroll, Whoa
Big Bankroll don't ever fold

Yea all we got is stacks

ourselves from what we seem to be[06:10.19]And I want you to swallow[06:13.50]Your insane denial fast[06:20.91]That your predicament was caused[06:24.18]By

I was 18, first time I ever rapped
I was saying back then I'd put my city on the map
What the fuck is hip-hop? I didn't even know
Wanna make shit

back, just don't tweak out here
Foenem slidin', late night huntin', ain't no sleep out here
2 days back to back, that's 50 racks to be out here (on God)

your arms to the heat
You reach 137 then you’re
Dead, you’re below 50, feel me red
You don’t know that I make no sense
And I don’t make change
I only

stay in my tent by myself, take my attendance
Growing older, not glowing older I look like vintage
Catching a strike first but wanna strike twice might

100 bands was my first major plan 
And all that started changing when I got fans
By the age of 10 I was married to the bread 
And I'm a stay going in

like you and those who hate you Is wide different 
So you can’t always be the hero in some stories you are The villain 
Will you be a hero with a 50 cent

To be the greatest ever at this flow
I do this in real life
And never just for the show
I stay on point at all times
And never played by a hoe
Grinding so

don't understand
Account is low she only got 50 cent
Spent it on many men
Yeah it was plenty men
But I'm a Family Guy, need a Lois in my lane cause I'm

before I snitch Cut off my lips
I lose my life to see my mother happy she did for both her kids
I kill em all to see my first child in this very moment

easier and relieve stress
But come on now you could figure the rest
Money is hardly really ever a stress reliever
Because my life sure as hell ain't ever

a bunch of dough
I'm gonna optimize the flow by writing songs, doing shows
I'ma obviously blow, I ain't poppin but I know 
That I ain't got nowhere to go

but ya times up
Time to hang it up
You retiring from the game of life 
You've been fired
Situation dire
Now a bunch of red eyes watch you
Songs by

Street Dreams II

Logic

YSIV

2018

paint after he go?
Last song he ever sung when the bullet hit his lung
Man I should've never called, he'd be alive if he ain't come
All he tried to do