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dope and got caught by Five O now I'm seeing white women doing the same
I think I'm ready to switch up the frame
News flash, know some brothers that

Colonial baggage, power by being connected
Just rich old fucks who aren't even elected
You support colonialism and croneyism
Supreme phoneyism, Harper

mail that
Don't nobody in the city sell that
Niggas will sell their souls though
Big money by the boatload
These people can not buy me
Made

we rob em 
We know it wasn't never no problem 
They know big set it off step up and solve em 

Hook Outro [Money Money] 

Walkin by faith i see you

do the nasty shit off liquor
Fuck water 'cause my blood real thicker
GoonRich was my muhfuckin' nigga, my brother
He wasn't born nigga by the same

quart of waters mixed with madness
The dirty, dirty man, some southern bastards
Tell him I'm in a casket
The flow is massive
Fried chicken catfish stew
Yo

passes by
As the smoke floats higher
I stay high, bitch don't ask me why
Bitch this is my life
I'm alright, I be smoking right
All day and night
I'm

ting

Half a brick, it made the papers
Put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it
Put two in

me acting aggressive
Badger's party, I'm guesting
Sket, getting suggestive
She's big-breasted, getting molested
No kissing or caressing
Piping up? I'll

out the water
Like it's Jason
We don't need role models, we need innovation
I'm tellin' you, I feel it in the air
Ventilation
Black Soprano Family,

double trouble[01:38.41]Flip bags till I'm rich, that's the opposite of fumble[01:40.71]I get dough by the dozens, just the way my cookie

cost when I'm talking
My diamonds big like a Forrest rock
Talking but I made it out my block
I want the smoke ain't talking no pop
I get Chinese with

dem over Portmore
Boy, nuh say nothin' when me rich becah me grow poor, mh

Ray Gad
Dem cyaan' believe seh Poppy a rise
Usually dem laugh when time

first, I gotta give thanks
All protocol observed to the big Man
The prodigal son returns, my ego in ashes
Had to come down to Earth and read a few chapters

about cooking 
In them projects
Water off
Aint no food up in my belly
Moving soft
I was getting rich off that Yay money
Nigga say it to my face 
You ain’t

Khalas

Ra

7 Days

2017

straps and snap off snapbacks
(Kaboom) Cuh when I go to the function
Big hand ting, whip it out like a truncheon
Three .45s like a bus going Junction

smoke bones big as hippo's
Have a nip slow, what's up kid on ya cycle
Paper sick doe, my psyche said I was sick though
Tired of shit tough, the face look

Turbulence is the price you pay
For flyin' high
Through all the hell and high water you kept us
You brought us to this point
Regardless of what

caught years, turned one to six
One man, I never need no accomplices
Corner boy, meeting cats by the Londises
I was just in the can eating sandwiches