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Came up came up on the corner yeah yeah
Tryna tryna chase the dorner yeah yeah
Blocks hot like the gaza go all in no halfer
Real king like Mufasa

yo te cheve m te ka jah man
Apre track sa si'm pat GBX m te ka diamant
M fè'l ni se pa pou'n rele'm papa ni king
M se senyè a toutan'n pa korije m pap

the shit that coming with it
Y'ain't gon' do shit you not with it
Ain't no real gang in that county existing
A lot of you claiming you blood or a king

100 bands was my first major plan 
And all that started changing when I got fans
By the age of 10 I was married to the bread 
And I'm a stay going in

going hard
Now im up in memphis 

Shit was hard for them boys but yea they got it now
Money coming traffic all throughout my mama house
Swear no one gave

and these rhymes spoke
Whatever that you wanna do just give yo all to it.
Never second guess, make sure you see through it
Thats real talk, all facts, trust

with your money, but now you gamblin' with your life
And I'm a real nigga, tell them when they wrong And when they right and K, a real killer
I ain't

a n***a reppin'
No fraternity, I'ma keep on stepping
Yeah, I'm real on every level
Nah, bitch, you can't jump in this ride

Bust for out that go-yo ride
No

Let's go to benihanas I'll take you out that drama yo ex boy get shooked like whoop 
whoop whoop i got em lookin right like I'm the king of uganda. Baby

Your Style [Remix; Bonus Track]

Puff Daddy

Major Without a Deal

2015

I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

Now all you hear is New York this, New York that
Let's keep it real motherfuckers, I brought New York

real you either have it or you really don't
Yo loyalty real you either have it or you really don't
Open my mind searching for what I truly seek
Look in

Attached, im silent
I'm shootin that shit im violent,
Roll it up now, I smoke this grass,
Drive by and I'm shootin yo ass,
She be a treesha so I call her

you gone be there unlike yo father
Born to live but ready to die
Like I'm a martyr

Stay down
All my real niggas on some real shit stay down
When

Check it out
This is my shit fo real
Its gunna be off tha hook
Peep this out
The Kon Artist nigga

[Kon Artist]
The Kon Artist born liar
Lie to your

the town whole game sound like him
100 bitches and a light show might help yall niggaz see
Lot of niggas might take the spot but u can't do it like me
By

America Loves Gangsters

Cunninlynguists

A Piece of Strange

2006

loves Gottis, America loves bodies
Pacino counting C-Notes for shooting up club lobbies
While Eddie Nash controls bankrolls in Wonderland
Tony Soprano

Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my

the real lies

Made it on my own
King of spades, ACE on the throne
House of cards, smoke and mirrors, i hang with a shadow clone
Watch yo tone, i catch you

Let's get to rapping, yo what's crack-a-lacking 
All these crackheads cannot deal with what I'm packing
If you think the King is lacking what makes

70 Bars

Lloyd Banks

Money in Da Bank, Vol. 4 [Bonus Tracks]

2006

in the truck
You butt, so chill or ima have to fuck you up for real
Cristal bottle in ya grill, ill
You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood

and fuck around and slip up on my pimpin I’m a pretty bitch but bitches kno that I can get real wit it and bitch I’m from Memphis it’s a warzone all up in my

in front of gate club 
We passin by diamonds glowing up 
Seen on the gram trying to meet up 
In the magazine you know we blowing up 
If I was Yo Gotti

to the holly
Turn around ya body and ya got me
Bad lil hottie an we outie
I am the bag I don’t got it by me
I am the Don No John Gotti
Dunk on somebody Like

song with Yo Gotti
Then that shit dropped
And I was the God, drownin in money
But nobody cared about the process
Way before I was sunny
I knew since day