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cameras you could take a pic with this stick

I’ma die by respect give no fuck bout no bitch
Lil bitch uh pussy nigga don’t play bout my money

I’m addicted

just call me Pegasus
Can I be negative
You so repetitive
Please understand I'm my own my nemesis
I'm trying to benefit
And just be credited
Need

business moguls
You dun know the MySpace
'Bout time man eat some big food
What? Jackpot couple collaborations
Yeah, it's a lot

Show me the money, show me

on the Hitlist
Thats right I’m a misfit
And that city don’t miss this
All I cared about before, was money and bitches
Adopted by the age of 2
Back then not

own lane, doing his own thing
White wine sipping so I can't afford a gold chain
Know I got problem finna say that no shame
Sure you got some money

it won't come in mine
It's a matter of, either you stay like this or somebody sacrifice
Somebody laying tracks, so we can stay in a 360 degree
Deadly

of shit, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, ah
Please tell me why I try so hard
Please tell me why the fuck she pulled that card
You a piece of shit, that's your greatest

a month still chasing the bag, it’s not enough
I’m the goals you set, it’s kinda scary
If opportunities arise, I’ll steal it don’t let me
8 Figures from

I'm loving the fact you don't fuck with me
Most of y'all no be my cup of tea
I'm out in the field with my money tree
No man fit try to get tough with

me, I’m begging you
Take me, deliver me, center me
Lend me to life not bittersweet
As this fate, I’ve been given
Every single night like clockwork
For

Compton's in the House

N.W.A

Straight Outta Compton

1988

bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut the fuck up and listen to me
I make a killin'
I got money to the ceilin' [why's that?]
Cuz I'm

break it down
I stole moment while the coke was dancing on my nose hair
I swore to take you to the truth nobody goes there 
So many flaked on me I moved

Whip It

Philippe Wynne

Electro Classics, Vol. 2: Deep Beats

1996

some fun
[Special K] So have fun...
[all three] and let's break

[Special K] C'mon pretty momma, won't you dance tonight
If you say no it's nothing,

cash, they won't  let me take a trip
Across the stage, it's like I been caged I hadn't earned it
Plus they took away some money I thought I had first dibs

On the steps to heavens doors
Heard they selling dreams
They got so much in store
Soon you come through
They checking you at the door
You keep the money
I’m

trucking the chevy
Treason committed by real life daily while I'm blamin' the crazy on psychedelics
Feelin' empty inside wishin' I could feel shit
It's

Get Ready

Blackstreet

Double Up

1999

no more Cris tonight
Gold to me is like Superman and Kryptonite
So I pray how I don't miss my flight, switch to night
Get out the plane, it look all

Funky Dividends

Three Times Dope

Original Stylin'

1989

don't act funny with my money.
I refuse to abuse my savings and loans.
So if you want some ends baby, you best go with your own.
Now I said it once

say get I be getting in
Miss all my brothers free them out the cane
Show out Clientell bitch I’m fresh off the scale
When that money be calling I move,

me for ice cream
When I get to meltin that's when I scream
So damn cold you might freeze
I'm over icy less I look around crazy more that I see
And yeah

cars
Hold it up because I really miss my dawg, uh
I hope you hear me cause I miss you, uh

And this life won't be the same
I wanna talk so bad, but I

support me
They can't fuck with us
I'm getting money you know ima spend it
My bro need some money you know ima lend it
I give him the racks
I heard the opps

life sigh
Gets deep in the dome breathe easier alone at night 
Just fight or flight can you relate my guy
When a friend try ask me how i'm getting by
I

Bitch I fight this dark inside me
Fell in love but she backstabbing
Fell in pain so I  be drowning
Took some risk might loose my body
By myself ain't got