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Parents couldn't afford 'em
School was borin, started hustlin
Runnin with them wild niggas that
Was scorin on Fordham these fifty bags
Give me a hundred for

heard them niggas ran off, yeah
They ran off with his stash
(Ran off with his stash)
Yeah, ran off with his bag
Uh, ran off with his cash
Yeah, I can't

This is a fifteen year old boy
Who also wanted to be special
Before hanging himself, he wrote on
His body, "I'm coming home
Master" and "Satan Lives!

The scene is getting old and
Always dragging me down
And all the people who surround
Are always taking shit now
And these so called friends in
This so called

Choppa bullets hit yo block
Nigga know it's not fair
My niggas don't give a fuck
Shoot you with a coaster
And my old head niggas serve a 8 ball
But lemme

'cause she know I got this cash (Woah)
Ain't got no time in this hourglass
(Yeah) , my eyes was havin' bags (Yeah)
I worked too hard with E-V-E
She be with

arguin' with no niggas (Hell nah)
I got hoes in Minnesota, I'm a cold nigga
(Cold nigga)
Please don't put me in the boat
With all these old niggas
(Please

in that room singing
Tryna Barry White me i don't scrap
I'ma up chop if he very feisty
Super deep in my bag, couldn't be complacent
Bitch snatched

racing, spilled this beat out the bag
Grew the flower, killed the weed
Blew the powder
Grew my power with the will of my speech
My oxygen and weed smoke

Used to hit the road
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Twenty bag racks and each sold (For real)
Prayin' that I make it home

I used to hit the road, me

smacked
Damn near missed my flight
If you ain't chasin' cash, what you doin'
Nigga? Get off your ass
Have 'em put the cash in thе bag
Pull off paper tag we

tryna get old
Bro that's with me, he tryna get souls
Momma, I'm sorry for what I had did
I'm tryna get big and buy you a Rolls
For all them times we had

haggle with Paz?
Me and Musa take the bag up the Madison Ave
That's a CX75, that is a jab?
I got shooters that'll hit you from
The back of a cab
Look, hit

Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly
He got ju-ju eyeball, he one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker, he

shoot outs while on GPS
You made the morning news KPIX all on CBS
Got this money round me all
My old homies agreeing lеss
Shit be going bad even somеtimes

smell me like old garbage (Woo)
Griselda, we the realest niggas in it
I just want it for a couple years
Then I'm finished (What else?)
Just to show you

know is a lie
No way, do you have a chance
The government's got you in a trance
And now you're on the way to the body bag
Just keep falling for the old

mouth
Or a garbage bag, or a wet rag
(Damn) Which one should I use?
(Which one?) I don't even know
Got a new bank account
'bout to drop twenty-four
How

Timbaland
Been doin' fraud ten years straight
I'm a veteran
Claim how he be gettin' bank plays
But he the middle man
Was nine years old when I
First scammed

a fugitive, huh 
Out with the old I ain't new to this, huh
I levitate like a Buddhist in here
Trumpin' the game you can't do it this year 
After that checkered

on a fuckin' wrist
I can't describe what I'm seein'
It's about to be erased
Big old bitch, I just love her, I feel so bad for her mother
Motherfucker, I just

criticize them still

Old enough to die

When the sky comes down, run for 
cover to the underground
When the sky comes down, run for cover, 
running on,

for a handout
I knew I lost my old friends, and I would've to stand down
Couple of my frenemies, I nearly had to bang-out
Man down, man down, and I

Which emcees is next to step up 
And try they best to cease the threat?
Hmm, my old bitch tryna reconnect
I'm way too busy to read ya txt
Rap niggas