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right and that's why all I'm tryna say is
You should get your Smith & Wesson, 'cause
(I was raised in the ill drug section)
Out where the money always

everything I had
I could be dead or jail
Heaven or in hell
In hole or in a cell
But I'm here
Alive and breathing and scheming
On how to kill niggas?

When that money be up niggas really be snoring
Damn niggas ain't chasing that paper
Niggas chasing that pussy that shit ain't playa
Mix the wock with

Trailblazer)

Hey,

I'm feeling like I stepped, into myself,
Nxgga, don't you see me ‘round,
cll this mother fxckin' wealth?

Nxgga, watch your health,
When you

I was outta there for real
But that was 17 years ago and I'm still here
Guess I'm strong enough for the critics
Told you I ain't finished bitches
It

and fuck with the crew
Money talk, Baby that's what it do
Angel spit, mane them boys heaven sent
Homer piece, That was eleven spent
Bitch I'm up, I ain't

to ashes
Mix it with the powder, sell it to the masses
We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the plastic
Now you celebrate
Muthafuckas raise your glasses push

around
16. Cause time is going by every second, dont mess around
17. Protect yourself, carry your weapon,  don't get taking out 
18. Bunch of cowards,

cmbitious with cash the money call gone always ring a bell 
They say that heaven's what you make it 
cnd hell is what you go through 
I contemplated death

ordained we call him brother minister 
Wont start nothing but dont think he wont finish ya
Injury ya leave you identified by your dentals 
But still speak

sad but still making money, who's mad?
Hoes mad, got me in my feels like I'm wojack
Bitch blown back, crocodile tears in my backpack
I'm a wolf in

the window
looking through the peep hole
Higher than a satellite for maps on your cell phone
Im paranoid every where I go
Number 6 stay with the stick
Like

only a few get chose/nigga you either evolve or you die breathing/kill me in the morning and i’m back by the fucking evening/i digress If memory serves

it's eat time
I ain't lien, I put it all on mine,
Flesh blind, heaven sending the sign
Tell me some,
Growing up they didn't, tell me enough
17 2 the pen

like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this

im drugged up blinking 
When I walk by people in the club they gonna stop drinking
Start winking, bitch ofc im ready for the licking


Make sure you

you down a road that will end up in a loss
11. Now you looking like Carmelo when he didn't do a Bosh
12. Heat, at your feet, when the money is

heads up, If nobody comes around
Better keep your head up
Grab you by the shoulders, you my pal I'm your answer
Feet in the ground stand strong put your

Weekends are wasteful, Resting is trifle
Cause money, it never sleeps.
Just hustlin all day, just livin for payday,
Does he not realize?
In the end when it

me
I been smokin', these niggas can't hold me
If you need me, I'm where all them toads be
Fuck the doctor, boy, go get your check up

Fuck the vest, we

the heavenly kingdom of yahshua
Till ain't no breath in me
I stay blessed as Ill ever be, never be
Caught up in the mix like a nephilim
You could keep money plus

know I'm pacing
Call in seven days, just let it vibe, gotta be patient
Playing with my money, get you checked in as a patient
Did so much for niggas,

back when I had funds stayed moving tons ain't pushing caine selling mixes by the train coming to a hood near you peep in your rear view revenues bring

Strapped nigga got it on me don't make me shoot ya
For the low i got them keys
Come let me school ya
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