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in store
And when I give more than you want
Then you got to come back for more

Chorus:
Boys will come a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing but drug

than Liu Kang SnapBack by BWood I'm Top Of The Food Chain fuck on dimes and tell em get lost like lose change
ever since I married money some friends

out they faces and stack it up brazy
Fly to new places
And make new relations
Only white guys I love dead,
Not being racist
Long live Frank, long live

the streets don't love you (Not at all)
By now homie, you should've known that
Ain no nino browns in this town
You a new jack
The city is mines
And I can still

crying by myself
I'd buy a new me
The one that don't need help
The independent time well spendin' boy who eat well
What's up where you going?
How you been?

the math
I done been to hell and back
Primo had me in the aves
White boys hittin dabs
Went from bummy to your girl prolly bump me
Thots are things, turn a 5

bullets to ensure your safety
Boy or Lady
I'm proud to say that that's my baby
The reason I work hard is just for
Just for
The reason I push through is just

remarkable N Inspired by her story

Came from Clarkton, North Carolina Born in 1924
That's my great nana
Ayy ayy
Moved to jersey In the 40's
Don't know her

ref
Don't bring me round no guns boy I'll show you how to shoot 'em
Cut off your days ones the fake ones I outgrew
See when money was the motivation it

the bitch
Build me a settlement
(Aye baby)
They say that I’m cocky
They say that im stupid
They say that im arrogant
(So you hate me? Aye)
They hate that im

want just don't talk like that
You gon fuck around and have your whole block feeling sad
I ain't worried bout no shells got the Glock in a bag
I ain't

Look
Little baby black boy, they taught you not to cry
Said they'll whoop yo ass if them tears come from your eyes
What a pretty lady in the eye

tryna fill some rubber bands
I knew i couldn't love her she a hoe she a hoe she a hoe
She just mad that I ain't hittin back or pickin up my phone
Baby its

tweakin now
Like you not shit
What we not finna do is run and gossip
Corner store baby boy vibes
We was really sponsored selling trees
Still kitted like we

a little, but a lot girl
On God it's a privilege just to see what you got
Not a little, but a lot girl
I find bitches like them by the dime a dozen
Baby I'm

so I give her D, Then I send her home
That's my dog boy she love the bone
I never cut it raw, that's how they cut u off
So If I come wit da extra baby

get in the frying
I'ma hop out, hit your mind, we got niggas, momma cryin
Why the hell you tryna talk? Boy, just get that back in blood
I got steppers,

ain’t on s***
Bare man talking but they ain’t on p***
If we you lack we garn take your shit
Surrounded by goons
You can’t chill me
Bad b from south side

Time

Merchandise

Children of Desire

2012

always loves to leave me hanging out to dry
If you're feeling lonesome baby I'll be your best friend
But don't expect to call me
If you need a hand

a little bit of grit
I gotta admit
You boys counterfeit
My flow kinda sick
This sound like a hit
You tryna fit in
When we made the wave
I’m in to win
Stayed

really like biggie and pac with a pencil
Talking that shit and get hit your dental
Eat up the beat
Ima raw baby I'm using my fingers don't need a utensil

with the good and the great
Makes Zack and dull boy, and so tired…
Ch1
When you never win more than Best Newcomer
And the band looks ready to split
When

lyin'
Ain't it bad enough that I'm 20 something
With you on my mind

With the housekeepin' who gon do the savin'
Treat me like a fuck boy
Take me off your

Olympic dive inside the vault huh?
Your nigga diet high in salt huh?
We win the title by default huh? Huh? 
Yeah