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Gotta find the strength, and pull that shit from within
You either sink or you swim
You lose or you win
Don't be surprised if you end up losing some

'm going to get money when I'm passing by
Imma stay high I be touching the sky
In life its two moments you live and you die
You'll win or lose so you might

was like love for the first time
And I gotta thank the Lord for giving me this blessing
Now I use my thoughts as weapons, tryna make it in a city where

And the Sphinx
He cop Italian pieces, so I do the fist pump
And I can only push it
If the trunk is in the front
If the trunk is in the back
Then you gotta

Sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these bitches really crazy
They gon' take lines off that camera
(Bitch) i'm shittin' on all of y'all
Gotta make it apparent

all day by day like I'm doin a bid
Now I'm walking down a aisle but my shopping is done
After addition and subtraction know the answer is one
One bride

moving backward, only moving forward
Looking for my love well I say you getting warmer
Do that lil' dance, my baby a performer
Need 50 cent, will you be my

Bitch I ball the hardest imma win regardless
Day by day deposits count it count it
Damn I'm clean af in this chevy truck
Wipe me down wit a bounty

position, gives excuse to sin 
This life's a game, you gotta play it, right, to truly win 
I use this pen, just for
A prayer i send up, for Baltimore city

The Boss

Rick Ross

Trilla [Clean]

2008

a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I

It ain't no way I'm coming back again
Getting to this money bout whatever tryna get the win
Getting to them  hunnids keep em coming do it for my twin

[Originally by 50 Cent]

No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink

ain't fuck with meee
I done conquered all my fears
Believe in me
Gotta prove em wrong
By the ending of the year
Sayless I gottem all
Even tho I feel like

I got 50 guys but a couple of G's
Sometimes I think is it worth the squeeze
Man I can’t get by on the music streams
I work night and day to achieve my

me alone
Said she know I'm sellin' drugs by the designers I got on
Gave my lawyer fifty K, bailed out for eighty, now I'm broke
I was tryna get out

speak game under Dame, she get wet on the rival
Nigga, the only chicken that you touch was at the Colonel's
I like slim bitches, I don't gotta hoe that

The real ones around me gon' stick
Right by my hip
Might as well shout out to Chelly

Runnin' up the stats like a race
Fuck out my face 
If you want you

Let me tell you one thing cuz lifes a fucking chess game
White goes first
Straight away they got a headstart
Starting with a handicap cuz they subpar

that I didn't need it
Guess I'm growing up
But shawty still keep it
Gat compact like a Toyota Prius
Cop searched the whip still didn't see it
Guess I win

phone 
Cause i don't want you in it
Smoking by my lonely 
Grinding like i'm really trying to win it

Lied to my face oh
Back to your place hoe
Brother

want babies with you
Stay freezed like a clean baby biscuit
See I hesitate when I see
You talking with many men
I ain't 50 cent but I'd take 9 shots for

December nights $7.21 in my checking
I remember niggas short me I was just a shorty
Looking for an exit
Now I gotta flex my legs boy I run the shit you can't

I finish this drink up in my glass

Drop my bro back off at the pad hit the gas as I puff on the green grass
Po po's on my trail gotta think fast

Trailers for sale of rent
Rooms to let 50 cents, now
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes

Now two hours of shoving broom
But