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I'm standin' on business
CEO boss bitch, kinda like Russell Simmons
Wait, yeah, I've been here for a minute
Bookin' shows from these flows, you better

the same room
(You and I in the same room)
(There's no room)
I'm worth to much

Wake up to the business
Tell me where the money at
I been playing my position

it
Coz yow, this body has one eye but with a pro vision
I don't need no practice to rap like this
I don't need no verdict just give me my peace
And I

Escaped
Lady marmalade
Head to
Toe
You stole
The show
Get up
Get packed
Time to go
No games
No gimmicks
I know
You with it
Let's handle the business

know who I am what you know?
My possie desecrate morse code
No body dropping heat thats cold
Take the shoes of your feet and go
My mind awake
I don’t

I know most man never had a dad
But I had mine
I play my part but they make out like I'm a bad guy
I've never been involved by I had gang ties

my business, she seen me from far
Screwed up her face, said I know who you are
Me and my friends bang your songs in the car so
Stay calm, I'm like

to LA (LA!)
West Coast living, driving through del Rey
Your boy still stretching on his words like
He’s from the county, this shit ain't my first time
I

to change my Camboot
Whip that work by the window, hope my neighbors think I'm tryna do Shaku
I had no blinds but now everything on fleek
I used to ride

to me
There's no need to fear me just take time to hear me
So real like Jaylok time goes by can you feel me
I was raised in a hood where veteranos held it

Down South Players

Haystak

Car Fulla White Boys [Street Flavor]

2000

from Tennessee
Ooh-ee the stee-lo, they know
Tennessee tags on the back of the Durango
Ain't no players like down south players
Them boys there do come

PT
Business attire like a motherfucking white guy
Shorty is my type
Make her go night night
Bagging the bitches from the rags to riches, I'm not

good with this math shit these sound like some crooked statistics 
I'm talkin' 'bout goons that'll take out an eight year old go back to business

And in the middle of
My suffering 
Waves of delay crash
All over me
And put my trains to rest

No I can’t be
Like this forever 
The calm and silent

gun cocked, late night rides in all black
Really come from nothin', I was on that block like the streets all that I got
I done been snaked by my own

out, mama, that's why I walk with it
Not the type to eat by myself, show them how to all get it
She gon' let me fuck when she mad, we steady arguing
Hear

hell like Darryl Mac run shit like Joey
I create vivid images in motion like Sony
And I learned early on do my dirt all by my lonely
With no witnesses

I'm still independent, big business (NHouse)
From Dallas to Houston, still tipping (That's Texas)
I'm lean on my brothers, I'm sipping (I lean)
I once

I'm still independent, big business (NHouse)
From Dallas to Houston, still tipping (That's Texas)
I'm lean on my brothers, I'm sipping (I lean)
I once

from the forty block, over there by the Carey Arms across the street from Gerson Parks. I’m just trying to diversify, ruger in that 40 block, see me with

handlin' business and makin' Benjamin's stack quick
I'm best like livin' with bad bitches to accent
But pay 'em no mind, cause really that's a distraction

like a dub on my wrist
You ain't Eva seen a drip like this
No conversation let's get straight to business
I really get money got god as my witness
Y'all

different
Her ex-man was lazy
He was never about his business
She like my style and I know she love my pimp'in
She all about me
She don't care about them

just been afraid to use it
Like who this
Lotta talking but who gonna mute me 

It's crucial that I make it there's no other option
Plotting my next move