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the way I box Em out  
party at my place so bring a crowd 
Don't forget to that loud
They blow it by the pound 
My niggas I keep around 
Best believe they

Like I got paid by Pat riley
Real hood baby want Trina to fuck Kylie
I'm wildin'n out of town and mean business in my set
Put the hustler in and hustla

to accomplish a mic drop
One tip, if you value your life
Stop living it right by the
Side of the livestock


Out among the worlds afar
They say you can hear

the same shirt again 
I’m getting to the point where I’m skipping days
I’m admitted to the point 
Of clinically insane
I can’t stretch a check fifty fucking

the threats get obsoleted-ay
Keep a vest or hand be over chest like pledge allegiance-ay

Sleep him for his check and make it stretch like posturepedics-oo
Feet

I'm just tryna catch me a break
Clocked in , locked in
Tap in, tap out
Count money, band hands
Hop in the game, hop out
Generation wealth millions for

My love is like a firefly pumping out a megawatt of red light
A bright coat to filter out the defects
But not a beacon of hope by any stretch
This

No hand out shit, nigga
Rez
When it's time to ride

When it's time to ride
You know we droppin' shit, we ain't askin' questions
Take one of mines ,

show the valuables
I can show you how to get your bag, never stess
Show you how to break it down, how to make it stretch
The cycle starts to spin, money

broke
That's why I spent a couple years behind bars
But when I get out, at 6: 45 I will step out
Gucci jumpsuit, Frank Muller on my left hand
And you can

to stretch our hands out helpfully and grant the human family a little credibility

We are 8 billion people and we're trying to survive
How many generations

brain and hands
It won't be safe wherever you are and it will not be long
Before you have to swim to your car
It is a sign of the times and it will not

like I'm galactus
Ashes ashes bet that you reading me now without glasses
My money Stretch out like Mr fantastic ain't talking past tense want me to grab

want the tan more
Cold as hell cooking dope, I need a hand warmer
The other car won a hundred racks, the Lamb McQuarter
I went your ass beat by the young

but they want the tan more
Cold as hell cooking dope, I need a hand warmer
The other car won a hundred racks, the Lamb McQuarter

I went your ass beat

U Don't Wanna Be Broke

Bad Azz

Personal Business

2001

hate, wait
drugs are more abundant than fate
and there some places about as safe as being nowhere
close to your gun out in Kosovo
run on feet from

broken, absorbed by the hole
Now you stretch your hand, trying to get the chance
Youve lost

I've tried but this is not where I belong
There must be a giant

the time, on every side, I feel bounded
By a filter
That I'm trying to tear, to tear, so I can reach her
So I can reach her

She's caressing my hand
My cock's

up and onsets
For years until it appears
In a prom dress
That you found hidden in your closet but does not stretch
Like it did when you were seventeen

her
She a keeper
I be sipping
On this lean by the liter
Beat on the box
It got took to the E.R
Flash on your block
Make it dance
Like a seizure
I got

Throw it back for me baby, MAKE'em Jeans MOVE!
She get wild at the party
Many hands on her White Tee!
Lil boy got a pussy that he guardin
He must think

ya business bro
For this shit get out of hand
An I expose you ho
I love bitches I love groupies
I'll kill ah nigga snoopin'
Money Time ENT
'Bout

natural place 

You knock the apple out of her hand
And place it in my eye
You don't know the weight 
Of all the things you do, I doubt you do

Memories

is his foundation 
Pimp hand waiting 
Still say his prayers hoping the lord forgave him 
He wasn’t that dumb 
A team of 10 by 25 
He wasn’t that young