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me

Sitting in the drop B, riding thru the ave

Counting all this cash, why ya really mad?

You know I'm worth a bag, ya bitch really bad

And she

with my dreams time passed me like I did time
A set back for a major comeback thats word to moms
Your time coming just be patient, wait and you gont

that i learned are from weeks that went bad, for real
You said your trust went down the drain, now you outta the game
Is that true or did you learn who

don't stop em
They kill our heroes 
Do 'em like Malcolm
X em out 
These streets like refs cause the techs be out 
Stress me out 
Bless me up
I'm still

given looks
I do my thing nothing by the book
Woo
Ace
Yuh
Ima do my fuckin thang on em
Do my money dance and rain on em
Brody put that fuckin thang on em?

Feel like my hands running thru water, about to splash on this bitch
Lord of yonkers style
Here in New York
Don't expect them to show love
I'm from

to Jah Jah to receive his soul, well

Gunshot, another one
He didn't want to live by the gun
Lord, they say he's a rebel in the streets
My little

wanna be living legend like the RZA
Bloody bottoms, you my fashion killa
She like the way that I’m po’ing this liquor
Who you come to the club with? Huh?

and hire me
I need a chick that'll ride for me
Be by my side while I ride the beat
Baby take all these strides with me
Tell me all your secrets and confide

throwin' C's up
My baby mamas ain't no prostitutes
Both them bitches square
But if I had a baby by my hoe, nigga
Who would care?
She done gave a nigga ten

This sounds like the 90s
Like songs at our first birthday Parties
Streamers meant decorations on Ceilings
Songs used to be played on CDs
Am I

they gon' buy it (buy it)
She gon' give me head while I drive (drive) 
I'm sippin' syrup when I slide (slide)
I be savin' them hunnids (hunnids) 
I

Tell a nigger don't move I'll shoot I ain't daily wid it 
Mash work bate on road catch a plane back home den hit the beach and be happy wid it 
Bad from

room
The flow gon make em' sick but to these rappers I'm immune
Nigga like me
I grew up on Bun B
Pimp C
I got bobby by the pound bitch the game belong

On my blunt these bitches ain't puffin
Hit it once bet your coughing
On my block lil niggas can't be pumping
I'm In the air like the jump man

These are

throats
That's it
Never tell me that popping pills is a bad habit
I wanna be in the grave being eaten by maggots
Fuck you I cannot stand these faggots
Throw

starts where your home is 

So when I see my lil sis I tell her hold this 

I ain't good until they good, n that's a small list 

Visions of steak we nuh

sack (yo sack)
Santa clause year round, minus the hat
Magic in my hands girl, you can be my bunny ra
Bit by bit, I sweet talk ya lips
Till you so turned

a label send a paper that was title my curse
That's the case, then the devil would’ve given more work
Fuck that, I’m the nigga who be makin bags first
Top

She pissin’ on these grown men, she 1/3 they wives age

She a Bad bitch exhibitionist lil masochism in the mix too

Cash right then the ass right fuck

me
Mix the medicine up I'm servin' them Remy
Heard lil' cuz wanna get rid of me
Kae Draco walk out with a 50
You hang with a mouse you
Should be

clueless, this ain't new shit
Fiendin' to tell your friends just how I do it
If it ain't me baby, then who?

When you back, keep it movin', lil' baby
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