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everything to gain
I'ma rock out til I walk with a cane
I got the juice but I'm never gon' change

Maintaining my slot
I never fold when I deal with a lot
I

the ground up
Got designer taste from my women to the drugs
That's a dark place I can never have fun
Got a lot of faith yeah I weigh it by the ton
Maybe it's

My family's got everything planned out for us
This year
From the crystal balls
To the questions I get asked each year
The embarrassing stories keep

up
Got sticks like toys are Us
I take ya bitch to brunch
Big backies ocean front
This life it just begun
Roll gas up by the pound
It's stanky like

nigga

You got a choice, get money or die broke, 
Stay strapped for your rivals, by any means, 
I learned how to make $50 dollars stretch like

Baby girl why you talking to me
You wanna come back oh you must be crazy
Nooo
Baby girl why you talking to me
My chain flooded out and I got a ap
You

myself 
Never anybody else 
Got her on my mind 
She got me wrapped around her finger
Why shouldn't I commit to it? 
The ring is on her finger 
Feels like

Hey! Cook it up, cook it up woah ugh
Your side move too slow
My life in motion when everything stops
I want it to wait up, but time got no manners

mans up
I'm probably in the Cadillac, if not
I'm in that Benz truck

Uh, aight, yo slow that bitch down, bro
Look, uh, look

My girl a dime, she got

Who Got Em? Veezy damn dolla sign
Paupa got beats, making history on god!

Bitch, this history in the makin'
Smoke woods to myself, no rotation
These

labor
Now she working 7 days a week, got my stomach in knots
By now I thought the music would have built her a crib on a plot
Instead I'm second guessing

Foolie with the Julio
Kocky off the henny
Eyes closed
Gone off the remy
All this fuk shit
In the world
Got me riding
With the weapon
Who can I trust

you nasty
See your chick walkin' by, she wanna smash me Is my money right, yuh, am I super hood

Yuh Am I fuckin' with the chick that you wish
you

posting up by myself
Or with the people I love
I'm always with day ones
Why, why they always wanna to pay attention you should focus more on yourself
Timing

me down one last time, o-o-one last time

Yeah
Baby see everything, I just act blind, blind, blind, blind (I'on see that shit)
Stand on my word,

from the start 
Haters never last

I could be your mcm but I won't buy you one
Sipping on this henny got me moving dumb
Said she never really acts like

sides, casket wide open
I say it all with sincerity Britt ya thighs poking
I'm mesmerized by every step its hard to stop from groping
Ya magic got me

fosse
I'll do everything, I rely on my dick no hands
I'm better by default
Ils font les fous, les frères, les fans mais c'est que d'l'internet
Est-ce

gone excite 'em
I got da ball ain't doing no fumbling you Know I grip it tighter
I ain't got no raps for nun of you folks at all
This ain't a cypher

Da Heist

Beelow

Ballaholic

2000

peep hole downtown
Got damn it boys this is everything we need
We got a job to do here, and if we do it right it's the last one
It's too much money

Jungle

Andre Nickatina

Midnight Machine Gun Rhymes And Alibis

2002

Jepetio, hello
Deep fried just like Friday fish
A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch

Yeah, in anything I do I put my everything

the rollie, got my savage right beside me
Take your time when you approach me
She don't fuck me on the first day
Then I'll just make her broke
Dont get all

protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book
Everything I scribble's like
An anarchist's cookbook (Look good
Posin' in the centerfold of Crook Book)
Black on black

Do Ya

Ace Frehley

Loaded Deck

1998

In this life I've seen everything I can see woman
I've seen lovers flying through the air
Hand in hand
I've seen babies dancing in the midnight