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to me low-key

Throw back to the days when I lost track 
Looking for a treasure chest, with a lost map
Nobody finds a lost
Nigga in a rat pack
Until he's

No man fall, we all crutches
I dancehall, I blame Dudus
I don't smile, the chain blushes
In my Ukraine there's no Russias
Kalashnikov, don't piss

Get chu some apple pies and some dollar fries and a cone I'm takin you home
I'll throw the keys in the dresser, ima be pissed if I lose those
Hope you

to make a profit
Paper in my pockets haters cant stop it
Straight cash homie, straight direct deposit
Stay wit cash on me, thats the main topic
If it's

The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before

devils devour 
I'm getting paid hour by the hour 
Hoping for the towers high as a plane sour
My amplifier louder I'm singing n rapping in the shower 
Catch

a wheel, in this world, it's rare to be real
Just keepin' it real
Yo right hand man would do you, foreal
But it come with a deal, a couple la cash could get

homie, we bad
Michael Jack, Michael Jack, Michael Jack
If you hatin', you can beat it
360, I'm in this game and I'm realizing my achievements
Along with

2's
I only showed up
With a bullet
In the chamber
This my Doom
And the Shamer
Call me Michael Major
With the Zoom
Clutch a couple knife's
Hidden like

Kapital in my denims, bussin' out the sides (cash, cash)
Fettucini yeah I mix it with the Pork n' Rins (woah, woah)
I'm on the cover of the fucking New York

from the rip
Clock don't stop, gotta clock this cash
Uhh, bet I knew that in the past
Look at all the bullshit I've been through
Been in this shit since

a bitch, no Robocop (O oh)
Diamonds in my ear, like a tater tot (Ice)
Rolls Royce keys on the tabletop (Cash)
She wanna taste me like the candy shop (Hm-m)

(Verse 1)

I been in my bag since I was a youngin nigga 
I been in the cash since it made a bigger picture 
I been Minding my business with papers

sound the same
Million dollars up in cash what i dream about
I got no time for no hatin' fuck you thinking bout
Pay no attention to the bullshit so i

on lock, pass me the key

My style too sick, hit the gas in the whip
Speedin' off real quick, run the game like Michael Vick
They know I keep the stick, hit

1x) Chanel matching from head to toe grab my keys and hit the door jump in my rover and smash the gas tell that boy by I’m gettin my cash 

I’m out here

That'll have a pastor mask up like Yeezy (woo)
Megan Fox came with the machine
Call me Mr. Nice Watch, more jewels than Icebox
Rest in peace to Michael

Ballin
Ballin
Dirt on my jeans but it's Balmain
Money makin genes, Fiddy called it
23, Whippin a foreign, Michael Jordan
She wanna hit it raw in fast

Moon Rock

Travis Scott

Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho

2017

flashes wanna deprive me
Hypnotized, I cannot let it blindside me, no
I'ma live and die by my Migos
Why I'm startin' to dance, what in the hell did you

a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week 
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep

This is Family

Fabolous

From Nothin' to Somethin'

2007

Barkley posters
Got no time to be boxing around
I got the ox and the pound
I'll leave you in the box in the ground
Got the keys to the game, and we

I said ayo
Ayo
I need some cash but see the pay slow
Pay slow
I need some money by today though
Day though
I need some money by today
Today
I must

me the Doc say when, say when
(When)

Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me

niggas was Michael Che (woo)
Nut by myself, hut by myself (what?)
Fight break off in the chain gang, they ain't getting cut by myself
Nigga same thing,