Lyrics:
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Never saw the good in me, just the cook in me
And now we ain't getting paid the same, check the booking fee
Man I told them that I'm coming for
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
unravel fast
Travel dad blazing trails Keeping bills paid
All the hours worked, hurt in a real way
Raised by a sitter with a boyfriend who's the devil
Who
said now
I'm His pupil, yes, no retina
He done preached it from the mountain
And three thousand all believed it
And He called me on the campus
And I
a week
Now, when he was being paid only twenty dollars a week the name seemed too long and important
It should perhaps have been Mr. James D. Young
But
pub than the papers
More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid
Check it I didn't grow up up po po
But once you get grown and out on your own
in Country Music Heaven
Oh What a beautiful sight
He introduced me to Hank Williams and we saw Elvis
And then he showed me the Hall Of Fame
With all
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Paid
Y'all know it's been a long time man but listen to this it's some real shit tho
Lil J
Paid
Paid
Paid
Paid
Paid
I say be happy with what you got,
problems?
It's a shame I never saw it
It's a shame you had me fooled
It's a shame I'm still balling
What a shame now, who the fool?
Got used like a Tool
I
killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it
No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay fuckin Tru, nigga fuck
fans
When all the dames glance, he's doin the rain dance
Because the whole world is 'bout to be a Strangeland
Gettin paid was the gameplan
But the lane
He was no Che Guevara in his lightweight raincoat
His tie was clip-on
He politely paid his tab, and barely spoke
200,000 in unmarked bills
Four
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
That it's all of his fault
He knows it's his fault
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody knows, saw him laying in that casket,
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My
nothin
Saw you bustin your butt to keep the bills paid
Saw you hustlin for extras
For more pay you made a way
And tried to keep us happy up in the house
own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that
The Paperboy gave me a Flyer. One Job offer on the Page
And It said
Make yourself a Millionaire Today
You get More Up, when you're stuck up
All the bills are
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
I did, I know it'd triple all my sales
And that's the fucked up part about this life
Don't nobody wanna see you do good
'til you goin' through hell
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
I saw, what I saw, yeah, I liked
I'ma wait for it, though, even gold can be hyped
Better use your brain, dawg, fo' your darkness, turn to light
He
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