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now
I think I got enough bandz now
Shawty done got a new hairstyle
I curved that bitch now she assed out

Yes we known to get it and we on the block

execs and corporate execs

He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
He done it again and got rich twice
Keep a thump on top
We ain't broke, we papered up

get his ass outta here
I'm balling like James I feel like a cavalier
Nigga quit Cappin
We hit licks you don't volunteer
Execs in them meeting they love

blocks I be still on
My time I will kill for it
Before you get a chance to feel on it
Before you fuck around and peel on me
Before you get a chance to feel

sing without the interface
Skrt pull up and kiss my face
Pull my panties from my waist
You say it's yours you like the taste
And I think I'm lovesick now

Record exec', she know who I am
But I'm still in the jacks
Where they bagging up yams
(But I'm still in the hood)
Get to the check I'm very advanced

at (nah)
Walked in this bitch like, "What up, where that cheddar at?"
Linked with execs who don't know where no ghettos at
Where they get hit and bring no

on the block,
When I'm in the club
Come party all the time
Hatin' ain't no love.
Listen,
I'm depressed
Can break you,
Make you into a diamond.
Don't ignore it,
I

and loving fame
But I can't empathize what's real I cannot simulate
What's your answer to an exec's question? how much can you take
Before I cast a stone

and forth over the net
My mama wish I woulda went corporate
She wish I woulda went exec'
I still turn to a CEO
So the lifestyle she respect
Ayy, two

to have you in yofeelings
How we do it girl this love ain't got no have no ceilings
Cut the phones off, block off interface
Light the candles up, steam up

my backend
Bad bitch from south she on dick cuz she like my accent
Buy it all den flood the block nigga we dont need no tactics 
Bought a interface

they interface
I had to take a break
All this fuckin balling got me gaining weight
I was on the block in 2012
You was still learning shapes

Ransom

True to the Game

Us3

Broadway & 52nd

1997

was king Albino

Critiqued my form of speak on breakbeats
Cut on 2 Technics in a basement on 210th street
House jams, parks, block parties, halls

the set
My brother named his ting Nadal
Let's stop all that back and
Forth over the net
My mama wish I woulda went corporate
She wish I woulda went exec'
I

ties
And profit the loot while you robbed in the booth
Unite the streets to shake up industry 
Mix the red and blue to start fixin these
Punk execs

They just hate the fact 

I'm getting paid when I talk 

We from the hood  

We got homies on the block to burry

I'm the type to put some money

came from blocks, uh-huh
Yeah
B.I.G
Cedar blocks, that is
C'mon man
You niggas wanna compare resumes?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Came from

Goin' crazy, this shit goin' crazy
Crazy, this shit goin' crazy me and Wop
Bricksquad studios
Pull up on yo block sending
Shots, nigga, with

what?), and bulletproof the ride (skrrt)
We spin the block and yell out, "He ain't outside" (where he at?)
Heard he had a wedding, he must be the bride

bitches got my thumbs hurt
Set precedent for a new sacreligion
Writer's block for two years, nothin' moved me
Asked God to speak through me, that's what

manches wey)
Let me tell you what I mess with

Skateboardin', I'm off that
Label execs, I'm off that
ANR's, I'm off that
The DJ's, I love that
Poppin'

Francis
Dropped S leer jets, exec's with techs
If you scream to the FED's, put a beam on your head
My team ain't scared, kidnap your nieces
You can find

Francis
Dropped S leer jets, exec's with techs
If you scream to the FED's, put a beam on your head
My team ain't scared, kidnap your nieces
You can find