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is not real, yeah it is just my health
I don't need no help, really I'm fine by myself
But if you really curious, baby I might have to tell
Baby

Money Talks

Cocoa Brovaz

The Rude Awakening

1998

Money talk and cash rules 
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now 
What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo 
  
I use to flip

Fresh Out!

Tech N9ne

Planet [Deluxe Version]

2018

and my baby's Ivanka!
They don't give a damn about a good nigga
They wanna take what you givin' and 
Put you out in the river without a particular bout

Fruit Rolled Up

Dot Dot Curve

I'm Still Here

2011

that I am floating
Y'all can get on me
Levels where I wanna be
Ain't no ones comparison 
I'm fuckin up , but so what
I just smoked another blunt you

of you greater then any obstacle
Sometimes we worry but trust me nothings impossible
This a big responsibility
And we aint bout to soak in the misery
We

I don't usually judge books by they cover nah
But i could never see any other way
Girl you perfect every angle every second i done gave you i would

bleed by blades then grip the Tecs
Soldiers in gold with the busters and bats
Folding you boys ain’t a problem it’s facts
Voice in my head never saying

Alright alright alright alright 
Quiet down, quiet down, quiet down 
Ok you ready 
Yea you bout to see the mind stretch 
I'm next I feel like a mime

home to you

Walk with me till forever
Cause forever aint long with you
i can see nothing better
then to spend my time with you

Cause you set all my

Total Concentration
I hit my water form
Demons got tears in they eyes
Reaching for me
I ain't got nothing for em
Might hit the tide or the roll
Drip

quieren tener relleno)
Uh They ain't even know bout the pain
That I go through everyday
When I be out on the street
But I keep grinding hard on my own
Cos

face Cuz he talked about killing my brother
Doing the dash when we up Ina v if the cops get behind us we out Bitch you Buggin
It's a bout 2 pistols up

We walk down the avenue like
We're getting nowhere by the end of the night
Under the light of the street lamps, the street lamps
Don't care 'bout

bout you
They put themselves above me but can't fit in my shoes
It ain't no use for a win if you got nothing to lose huh
I run in my lane coz I know what

play victim when I sin
So my rage see no end
To me I ain't got nothing to prove
I feel like 50
I'm surrounded by a bunch of Ja Rules
I end careers like

Backseat!
I fucked the bitch in the backseat!
Then I brought the bitch home!
Nothing but cups in my section
We only got red & the dope!
Geeked up

old
Hating on me cause I'm breaking the mold
What is you doin yo life in ruin
Nothing is moving what are u proving
Think for yourself don't worry bout

eaten by your senator

Tell me why
We have a date
To vote a POTUS in place
With nothing to show, that they're fit as a pro
But you'll report to the court

it hurts
Nonchalant and I came from nothing
I want you suckers pressed so i keep on pushing the button
(Talking bout having power all you fakes was

don't like you
I'm ugly as fuck I look
Like Lil Bill or Caillou
If you ain't got money I
Can't even be by you
I'm riding the foreign
I'm sliding through

nothing mane. So I'm connecting within authentically come and repent with me you my sister you my brother. what they talking bout some colors? Aye

Nobody talking bout different stuff
If i get stressed then i’m blazing up
Constant regret now i’m angry fuck
You ain’t gon make it you better find

talking shit aint gonna shoot it for nothing
Dont play with my name cause my young niggas dumb

Dont play with name cause that shit isn't safe
I been in

Cant Play Bout Yahweh He My Lifestyle
Aint No Condemnation
You Fall From Your Sin Just Get Back Up
Dont Let It Wobble You Down Gotta Get Back Up