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the picture came out blurry
It's sad a couple pump dollars make a nigga hurry

And run off on his brother, be on fuck up in the gutter
Twenty missed calls, they

brother been tryna make bail
For the death of a jhit
Me pouring this money into one of my little niggas growin
The only present I would give
We keep it

as the rain, bringing the pain for the fortune and fame
Gotta stay up on my hustle, I'm working my muscle, it's plain, it's a game
So get your mind right, pill,

of occupation to make his mail stand tall
Whether it's slangin' em' or whatever ya do, man
Just make sure you true to the game

Still in the game everything

certain feeling
Off in a loft, stratosphere ceiling
Well don't look now, your singles ran out
You came to make it rain now you left in a drought
The pain

and make it real
A campaign for fake plays I don't consider a deal
We maintain organic lanes and harvest the whole field

Why does Russ bust, the masochist

seen by a passerby
But only their faces, for whatever reason I've blotted out all of their eyes 
These days i can't get enough of what used to make me

Clean
Life's a dream
This is my vision don't intervene 
It gets mean
Like you're in a view within a scope
And these bullets
Were tailored for you they

tight and live your life, your watching the days go by, you're wasting precious time, laying all your money down, you're blowing it all away, What do you

As we razed plains to ash
We laid claims
Exchanged grains
And made pacts
And we clashed
And we strained
And the rains lashed
The young maids were

the independent route
And I kept my image clean
Don't believe in all them pictures
Photos never what it seem

Back to me
Look at how they doing me
Outcasted like

gotta know
How're you and how's the fam? They getting by?
This ain't directed at no one in specific
It's a thought about the ones that I been mothafuckin'

Clean, like a vigil I service 
Biblical verses, 
Keep it lean, like what you stick in your syrup, but don't misinterpret, I'm a 

CEO, eatin' beats like

answering
Just wanna dance again

It's crazy cause I wanna be with you
All of the countries girl I wanna see with you
You by my side, yah I swear I'm gon' see

smaller than conceited
Keep the fake love I don't need it
Racks out the mud I need to clean it
And my brother just got out, from fighting all them cases
Now

it's still blood on my chainsaw
Shower Posse, niggas love when the rain pour
Sorcerer, the torturer, that's what they call me Payne for
Obh hammer,

they be simpin
But never mind that or never mind them
This saying that I live by repeat it
I'm am him
Kid brighter than a gem spit that out there like

White Trash Wit Tat-2's

Twiztid

The Green Book

2003

Karate chopping mothafuckas like (hiyah!)
Lord of the Rings, I'll make the dragon breathe (fiyah!!!)
It won't stop till my heart beat expires

On an early day I just can't wait until money gets paid
To my usual ways, a debt I've made, I can't make a clean break
There's interesting means

Tell me what's the meaning of this stupid ass life
Got one hand on my gun the other grippin' my knife
Momma always tripping will I make it, Not quite

clean I, it's a thrill, I, this is money, this is jitter, this is hot, this is funny This is gonna throw me so hate up in front of my head Don't make

and make a tag
Then lock it all up in the safe yeah that's the act of
Saving money for the days when it'll rain
Or saving money for your kids just like

behaved
Just been walking through the storm
It ain't no way to dodge the rain
Put my heart into the track, the only way to ease the pain
Woah, I can't give

a whole corpse
Until the barren clean
Magazine melt your face away
It's guaranteed
Roy DeMeo was the butcher from Flatlands
Back of the garbage truck
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