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gonna call a friend
Then we gonna do whatever we want
She got the X and I got the blunt
Watch your niggas pay'em by the clock
That's how you keep your

he a god
We them niggas taking guns and weed with us abroad
See I got big dreams, open up your mouth and taste my passion
Tell me that you follow then

on payroll tryna take the pay from me 
Blame it on the gun recoil 
Standing by the target 
You might really catch a stray from me 
You goin make my blood go

With pupils growing large the G's I demand
No harm done, only one man to smack
Everyone is safe, we're only digging his stash
But I'm cut off by a scream

in the dust

Designer sheets on bed Gucci where I lay
Fucked yo baby mama cause you would've give me pay
I need that fucking money by the end

there they go)
Moving state to state still eating off of paper plates
Writing at the gate, waiting for the plane
And you know I'm sitting by the window

But there aren't any new local bands
And you have to wonder why
It's almost like the people who want to make a living off of music
Can't afford to get

Counted how many losses I took
I kept an L tab
Marking up these tally's
My big homie threw an ally
Started writing now the game shifting
Hit em wit that

to watch the weeds
 And smell the flowers but mind the bees 
Them bitches sting know what I mean 
If Nigga’s want to start up actin mean 
Got big guns them

would you keep them alive, when you can
Make bank off of their bodies to thrive

Yo, so this one time I saw this guy on a street, he was walking a dog

the pain and keeps me sane 
Hard work pays off the grind I maintain 

I run it up and wake up and go harder again
Bands in my hands now they wanna be friends

tryna pay the rent
You ain't know all the time i spent
Dead broke and I got kids
Cant admit the shit I did
You trip I pop yo lid
Get ghost and go off grid

if I had that (she's not even mid)
No, not even mid, take off the top like a lid
Lil' mami nails did by Aaliyah
I'm sippin' that strong, I'll never sip

a better situation 

Better tying off by yourself than being tied to me 

Sometimes a word can reduce one to nothingness 

Like guilty in court 
Crushed by

ain't shit to me
A nigga got bread
I'm big money, big business, I love it
Put the bad bitches with big
Asses and the budget i'm the boss
So you know shit

What if the Hokey-Pokey Is All It Really Is About?

Jimmy Buffett

Far Side of the World

2002

pays my bills and soothes my soul
There really really isn't
A whole lot more around
Except for Frank Sinatra and the Big band sound
I want music in

No fake gun I'll lay a clown on the floor
Cut em off because he still hang around with them hoes
Can't associate with those type of people
Please

I'm a young fly nigga from across the way If you come around me, just know it cost to
Play
If the cops come around, call me Big L Ray
Hear none, see

Happiness don't pay bills bitch
I'm addicted to cheap thrills bitch
I ain't ever had a bag and just to get It I might go kill bitch
Happiness don't

knew
How you move just like voodoo

Smokin' on a big ass blunt of Aiki pack doe
By any means gotta get that dough, ayy
Now, I got my pole tucked, ayy

screaming (Oh Yea)
Had to get right Do the dirt by myself 
I only get me and nobody else (No Telling)
I had to finesse running off with the pack 
The plug

by DY formally known as Dynasti (D-Y-N-A-S-T-I)
I go by DY formally known as Dynasti (D-Y-N-A-S-T-I)
I go by DY formally known as Dynasti

Whats Happnin!

Ying Yang Twins

TVT Mixtape CD

2004

ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL!

f***** fast
I dont wanna go to past
Off the molly, Im so mad
pull up wit ma big gun
Do not touch me, everyone
Trynna copy me, I dont give fuck
No cap
Off