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like them action films
Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the Elroy's
Doing time on the weekends, all up in
And a ball sack, fags, this is the last game of tag

Better keep me off record, I'm setting records
Telling truth by any means or measures
About my old group,
or the paper
We both getting money But now I can feel the distance
I still think about you nothing changed there's nothing different
They wanna be around me but
paper I ain't never Need a deal (Need a deal)
Yeah
Nah for real
Stacking all this paper I ain't never Need a
Never need a mother fucking deal Nigga
Yeah
with them
I need the sack i got to have it
I dont know about them
Your pockets flat
My pockets fat
Dont know whats wrong with them
I need my mind just
running it up nineties baby
She looking at me like I'm crazy
The way that you moving kinda shady
I'm not trying to be flaw but all your friends wanna be my
percent in
I put my pot in the paper
And modify your opinion
I tried to give 'em light in a message
She said I'm charming and I meant it
Okay she was
I just gotta get it right so all the opps are clear about it
I can spit it nice without the cap, so let's be clear about it
Ya I just told my momma
ignore!

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1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…

1/2 Group 3 & 4 
Here here

All Group
I say we finally ignore

1/2 Group 1 & 2
cash, I milk it like a cow
All I did was plant a seed, then watch it sprout
Aint selling by the gram get it by the pound
Get it by the pound
Get it by
bust down
(Yeah)
Big bust down
Got diamonds in my watch
You can tell by the crown
Diamonds all round
Got them from outta town
Big bust down
(Yeah)
Big
Downtown we just rollin on the low key
Backstreets never worry bout the police 
Day ones by my side and we the whole team 
You know who you are no need
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys
Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know
Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand,
brain
Runnin up the paper, I don't care about the fame
Bitch wanna be together, but all these hoes the same
He said he for the team, but he really just
want me in the game, I'm a joker in the deck

All my life I been tested
Don't think I'll ever be accepted
Why does all this hate get directed at me
I'll
myself
Also flying by myself
Dressed up, all caked up
Never wore no makeup
Showing all my paid work
No showin off my paper

You know how I'm Flexin'
Don't
I was on my last warning from Mrs Example,
Clean up my act stop being an asshole,
Didn't help my debacle,
I'd just woken up from an all day, all
spoiling all the fun.

You're so immature, really.
When will you grow the hell up?
Why I think about it daily
Is something I just don't know.

I'd like to be
He scalped me very slowly, I felt all my flesh just tear (arghhh)
And in that final moment I was struck by grief and woe (crying)
I don't really wanna
(Meow mix in da house)
Tell Tell put my mic down 
Hey Tell put my mic down
(Wassup) Cleopatra
Let's go
Why u worried bout me worry about yourself
to the top
Used to lie in the dark
Thinking about what I'd do with a knife
Do I got what it take to put it through my heart?
Now all the thoughts I put into my
and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
of the money Mommy, can't take it from me Mommy

I've been waiting in the dark here all night
Waiting for some inspiration to pass by
Got my hair straight,

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