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to call me bae
And I'm trying to keep it humble but I got so much to say
I ain't ever going to fumble I done practice too much days
And I'm always rolling

the opportunity
Really asked myself what family meant to me
Stated moving real numbers, started getting real hunger
Four hundred dollars in one day call me real

lying, who do I believe?
History I'm writing, y'all playing make believe
Use to work for pay (yea)
Slaving by day (yea)
I ain't have my way (yea)
Making my

to be another rapper and fall in a rut
You'll never have enough if it's the dollar you love
and you'll drink yourself to death if you bottle things up
Oh,

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You really think this movie about you?
And I don’t really care what you gotta say
Bitch I know I’ll see you on another day
She got five men by

both hanging by a thread
Don't say my name, you don't know who I am, you can just address
You got a classy fit, I'll call you mystress
But you hide

the Chinese restaurant
He stuffs his pockets with hundred-dollar bills

Chop suey chefs get cheap thrills
Chop suey chefs get cheap thrills

With the lord forty

News just in, another number 1
Ask the club for 20 bottles
And a couple blunts
Hallowed be thy name, thy Kingdom come
I'm a motherfuckin lucky

scholar In them books
When you get a few dollars
You get dirty looks
Haters try tuh look hard
I ain't shook
All you wanna be thugs
Practice on your mean

Fuck you acting rude
Buss at another that don't pay
They dues

I'm not trapping backwards
I'm not leaving no clues
I smell like gasoline n tomford

Rewind, 'cause you need another second
I'm set up, can't let up
Flipped that time in exchange to get my bread up
'Cause we can't ever lose pick 'yah head up

for my nigga
Right by ya side on the picture
You ain't never had a friend like me
One of a kind in the making
Cause I'mma break my last dollar with
My

Woke up another day so you can you pray for me 
Still road running family losing faith in me 
They running out a patience like what’s taking me 
I

Then I go ahead and spend another bag I’m silly 
Doing donuts in the plaza in the lot by Timmies 
Freestyling too free with it 
Iced out looking too

healing. I don’t want the fame, I don’t gotta share this with you. I’ll keep the music to myself and just play it in loop. Never wanna be surrounded by

Another day on the existential dread machine
I can’t look away from this obscene little screen
Life and death and infinite jest direct to my cerebral

the south, you know that kitchen was lit 

Grandpa was there, but was cheap with his money

Mama was begging him for dollars cause she needed his money

But he

civilize a savage I’m doing the world a service
The purpose of having a penis is to populate
Can’t figure that much out you a dollar late
A day short other

quite pissed off and ask me why
Cos I gotta pay 1M to watch AY
Which kind life be this
When did it turn to this
Hustler don be another name for them

HER SPECIAL, SHE AINT NO REGULAR CHICK, TOP SHELF PICK, SO I TREAT HER DELICATE!!! 

WE ON ANOTHER LEVEL SOMETHING SERIOUS LIKE I NEVA BEEN BEFORE... BY

(Verse)
Everyday before I leave the crib I pray 
Cause shit get nasty in these trenches 

Pray I make it back to see another day 
Can’t get caught

us speak 
You won't beat 
You Can't treat 
Us 
Any worse 
Than we hurt 
Ourselves 
Every single day
Is another one in hell!
How can i spell 
What I

Let’s Get It!

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Fresh line up, at the barber shop,
Soon as I hit up at the squad,
U see me by da parking lot,
Smokin on this,
Wit dem diamonds

wined up dead
But ill take what the aliens gave me common sense, and
Walk away
It’s a soft ass move, but Ill write another day
Not locked up covered up,