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itself
I did this shit by myself
Addicted to money
I needed my wealth
I’m chasing money
Ain’t worried about health
I’m bout to smoke till my lungs be

I planned this out from A to Z
Getting paid to play that's major league
They so without they hating me
You know that I don't got no damns on me
Lil

was there by your side
If you ever had an issue, you ain't never have an issue alone
One call and I was ready to ride
Niggas knew to where find me, I

society ain't made for niggaz to live right
Mommy just write
Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight
And I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight

Verse 1 
No lie I was foolish  
homie tried to tell a nigga toot it and boot it, 
I ain't wanna hear it 
Iwas blinded by the booty  
deserve what was

Got lawyers on the payroll we aint going passed the bookins
Getting high watching life pass by you can throw Me in the jungle and i swear ill survive
Im

yeah
I
Tried to be modest on y’all bitch ass niggas
But I guess I am the fucking best
Man these old
Niggas coming out with this bullshit
Man you ain’t

though
Can't find monogamy
But homie I am pretty sure that it ain't finding me
I'm coming and when I pull up you know I'm gonna just fuck this place up now

a demon, so he ain't scared of shit
And down the road
He'll be working with the Heretics!

The Elite Arbiter and Sargent Johnson
Fighting side by side cuz

it for half a Benjamin
"Senju why you always make me roll the spliff up"
Lil baby cuz you want me comfortable and my legs kicked up
But just to pay you

still stuck in another zone
All of these lawyers fees

But lil for coming home
I pull up put a duce in yo brother dome

Then I po' up put a Duce in

my Patnas how I'm coming
Ain't a rapper just get high and talk yeah bitch I'm a junkie
Big ass Glock got a suppressor when I blow the bitch hear

A ride away from the crazy/
Hops inside his Porshe truck, tell his wife Hes gone/
Ain’t no tellin if he plan on ever coming back home/
Pulls out

That's the scent of coming home
Quit your idolizing, you a part of the Attack of the Clones
I'm getting stoned like I'm in the seventeenth century BCE

more
I know what your little friend does behind closed doors
I heard he loves bodies when their minds ain't home
I'll be out of mine when I put a knife

That's the scent of coming home
Quit your idolizing, you a part of the Attack of the Clones
I'm getting stoned like I'm in the seventeenth century BCE

It's really embarrassing
Ain't no comparison
My brothers took what was given
And made them a living and passed up the gimmicks
To build up they homes

beans
I stay grounded
But I ain't talking about the beef (About the beef)
I'm thinking bout my sophomore to my senior
My demeanor was a little timid
I was

alone
Sweet charity

Save me
The heavens have opened
I'm coming home
Sweet charity

Save me
The asylums have opened
I'm coming home
Sweet charity

I'm

niggas telling oh you changed
But no money was being made if I stayed the same
All the love so much love that you claimed you showed
Got replaced by some

these niggas ain’t cuffin.
Say you moving weight,
But ain’t worth a penny,
Damn, lot of these niggas be bluffin.
I remember I was touched by my cousin,

Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Yeah
Rain, uh
Rain, uh
Yeah, uh
Aye
Know we ain't fucked in a minute
Tonight I'm in town
It ain't nobody business (It ain't nobody)
I'm

Coming out this mother fucka feeling like
I ain't feeling right
10:45 on a summer night
It's time to get it right

Had a bad day this morning
Find

a beam for a fuck nigga problem
A problem with problems surrounded by snakes
And rats at the bottom
Screamin' for help get ate
On my momma
No sleepin', no