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worried 'bout you, you gon lose 'cause we don’t play by rules
I cannot talk, business ain’t done
Talk to you when I'm finished
Money never diminished
But,

sipping Hennessy wit pinkys up, no cubes of ice
Do this for my mother cuz her father made her kneel on rice
If this your first time bumping Dega then by now

I said it's motherfuckin Batchi nigga
Splashteam Shit
Look
I'm just a real ass hitta from the south nigga
Countin' all this money I'm smoking dope by

To earn this wisdom
Had to learn it all the hard way
Sex money and drugs
808's and heartbreaks
Got me asking
How much can a human heart take
Either too dumb

to twelve
That's how you know this never stops
We stay we stay rockin' hits
And them boys on that swing-and-miss
Bitch bad as her attitude
Long dick she call

like a golden shower 
Bitches turn to money trees their soul is sour 
This is just a warm up in my coldest hour 
So empowered 
Quote unquote by soulless

look at Mars
Like it's closer to home than a house in the hills
And the hoes on the phone askin' how does it feel
To be as nice as this, get on the mic

Don’t trip in my presence
I cannot harp on the past or the future i live in present
Need to get paid by the second
Mama just look how we dressing
I got

I'm in my zone
Own zone
Why you gotta be like this?
Why you gotta be like this? yeah yeah
You looked shocked at my success should've never doubted

all this knowledge, cuz knowledge is power, and we get weaker by the hour, we idolize the dumb and we follow the cowards, I ain't boasting I ain't

I became infatuated with picking some ladies’ brains apart
Piece by piece

This shit is that shit
Imma be on my rap shit

back, relax, and let these beats soothe your soul)
(While Mongo takes your brain and turns it into fruit salad)
(This is Kenwood Bedford Collective)

I

(This is a banger brought to you by D-D-DJ JayCee)

(JayCee on Every Beat Bitch)

(Jay-Cee-The-Man)

Hopped out the streets
And hopped on the beats
I

have a lot of fixins we
Gonna have so many fuckin' fixins
Up in this motherfucker
This shit gon' go through the roof got
Damn I'm shittin' gold these

is more than just some rap song
This the only way that, lately, I cope
This the only way that I get along
Pure passion, I turn my thoughts into action

this bitch with a purpose
No need to be nervous
I was just young and determined
I never follow the sermon
I live and I learn it
My zoot it stay burning
I

Politicians who just want to control
All of that money, we’re still in debt
I think they might just be pocketing it
Listen up closely, this is the crux
Let me

knees
I spit fire
Several hundred degrees
And my loud cant be drowned out by this fabreeze
Hit the pedal till we ditch this rental
Till we ditch this

the house
Nigga stay in the house
Cause you on that baby route, and I'm tryna make it out
What you playing about I'm chasing this money and dreams
And they

game, my nigga it's reality
What's mine I came to claim, it's more than mental fantasy

Yeah, who would have thought I'd make it this far
Small kid, but

Hold on, Let me start off this verse
Cause Lord knows that I've waited for my turn
Show them the receipts and get reimbursed
Too much money that's

This ain't nothin new
Focused on the bigger things
Til I got them coming true
I don't want no fake friends
I can't have no dumb bitch
This type of stuff

this party 
Low speed on hijacked wheels 
Pretty car thief  


This room's too full of shallow careers 
let's go, I'll wait for you by the stairs 

Low

on the ring
Like my dawgs I gotta swang
This is a regular thing
This is not just by mistake
This real this shit ain't fake
I make that bread I get that cake