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don't need no help
Money don't make itself
Money don't make itself
Grindin all by myself
I’m grindin all by myself
Cuz Money don't make itself
Cuz Money

Give me a sign
(Yeah yeah)
I'm gonna be flying by high
Do it tonight
(Do it tonight)
I want to see you one last time
I'm gone by flying by (I'm gone

homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would die by
Someone check

been raised by the wolves
I’ll send you to meet your god
And there ain’t no coming back

I was raised amongst the savages
Way before these cameras could

Yeah ah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah YEAH
Fuck you, ah, and your advice
Fuck you too with your constant cries
Fuck you all, die by a drive-by
Fuck the world,

See her so much
I Wana make her my life
Like a prized possesion
I wana hold her tight
Like a church girl
Being on her knees
When shes by my feet
Skin

but don't really fuck with the taxes
I come from a different bracket, break it down by the fraction
Halves, wholes, and quarters, bath robes and water

Smile for the camera smile for the camera

Shout out to Lil' Squillie
Shout out to Rap King shout out to Tony G
Nigga we the fucking team
Shout out

surrounded by a hunnid (hoes)
They used to give me no play, how ironic 
I pop a pill I go faster than sonic
I'm countin' stacks, fuck fake rolex
Yeah I'm

blinded by the light but I'm not moved by shade
Please don't throw it in my face, I've been going off 3 hours and I'm under paid
Pardon me, I just woke up

Momma I did it yea I hope u kno
You see
Can’t put down these camera phones
No
Turn around and strike a pose
There they go
Imma star yea by far
Chances

Pardon my manners hoe
But I'm tryna swim in them panties tho
Surrounded by models and bottle girls
That only fuck ni**as that's on the go
Couple

finna blow up by the booth
They cant see me, they cant free me
Ive been caught up in the views

Fee Fi Fo Fum
Feeling like a shogun
When I hold back they

wait by the phone on the low low
Ah no ah no ah no
Girl we could've made it
Candle love amazing
Know that I'll be waiting
Your candle love amazing
Looks

to keep the real from ever reaching the glamour
But as the moments pass I'm trapped inside a Polaroid camera
So When the pictures hang to dry then I'll find

to flip the script when I'm still writing the book
You walking crooked lines, biting rhymes and styles
Trying to get juice by vandalizing Wikipedia profiles

all of the wreckage
You niggas know dat I'm reckless
All this arrogance I'm not shadowed by all these cameras
Stars upon My roof the wraith of another

Commander Mary watches all the camera's from inside the base
When Joseph roll's into town security will be in place
The President is briefed again

Even with all the proof
Cameras on they still shoot
Hands up and they still shoot
The kids with you they still shoot
What the fuck this world coming

the one for practice
I’d never know if your words would be backed by actions
Or if you take back your words and your actions are backwards
Yeah. It’s like

the Cameras flashing
If you gon fuck w me
Then you gon Fuck with the crew
Seatbelt fasten
Pushing 150 so we multiply it by 2

These tapes haven't been played in some time
And this camera's hardly working, worn out with use and age.
Oh, but the things it has seen
So many

a break since
95 down to Rideau where the cake went
Excuse my manners sorry bout the grammar
She do shit for me but she don’t never see a camera
Dirty Diana

Sometimes I feel like an actor
Who's been cast in a shitshow
But I'm glad you're my co-star
There's no lights, no camera, no action
We're lacking