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moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town

the wrong way
I only mean it in a good way, so don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted, forgot you existed
I just bought a new house and my old one is

I might go super saiyan if the media don't stop playing,
making money of my name,
take my struggle for their fame,

Call me an orphan again i dare ya!

the plug on the phone
And you niggas ain't callin
Pour the deuce in my cup and you know that I get to walkin
Got the money in my bag, yeah, you know I keep

Nah for real Bro I be carried by autotune
Like I be feeling like Carlo Barlow
My fans tell say I need
Fuck I'm fucking up
My fans say I need autotune

a 4up in the Canada Dry
Good sativa put me in the sky
She submit my bitch bad and polite
2 door coupe wit a 4 wheel drive
This a blitz I ain't jus passin

green in my blood, that's for money, I'm a snake
I'm a real opportunist, see that chance I gotta take
I'm a real treacherous nigga, grab that G and hide

understand
And i know say God dey see you
Patient with am
No put hand for wetin go kill you
Life na turn by turn as you turn come e no go pass you
Anything

Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way?

Side by Side

Dianne Reeves

The Grand Encounter

1996

Oh we ain't got a barrel of money
Maybe we're ragged and funny
But you travel along singing a song
Side by side
Oh we don't know what's coming

mind
I need a queen, I need my rooks, I can't do it all by myself
Help, lately I've been going through hell
I don't got my car last night they towed it

Something worth dying for
That's all I really want

Agreements of allegiance
Pledged daily by kids and teens and
Our taxes paid by workers made up
Of good

gonna feel 

Big moves man making now 
Mi want the money pileup 
In my bank account 
Don’t want to go broke inna real life 
Poverty ain’t something weh

Got to play for real ahh
All money in ahh
No time for a hoe
Cashing out for the clothes
Not my fault
Nigga lost his hoe
Too much drip
Done spilled

and
If I decide I put my life on the line 
Be all sentimental with you
Mandala mandala 
Universe teach me balance (Woah)
It'll be bad for me and (You)
You

living my life
Let's do a freaky Friday and see if you would be right
Took the deal with ease you only see what's in the good light
You see the bigger

these fades
For the homies in the grave

What's going on my nigga you good?
You alright man just poor it all out
Spill it all out man
Poor your emotions

then I just tell her to buss it and sin for me
shorty be raking her money no sympathy
she be too geeked to be worried about dignity
Woah! aye! no one can

Guns N' Roses

Clipse

Training Day

2001

of cheat talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark

After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I love rap records with lots

broke, was sleep on the floor
Huh, ain't doing it no more (oh, what?)
Baby, got good brain, where is your throat?
I got money, yeah, that shit

then I'm runnin' to it
Still in the hood up to no good
Yeah I'm still in that trap and I'm catchin' juggs
They on my 'gram tryna see what I post
I want

Crazy 'bout my Glock, can't live without my cutter, yeah (I can't)
Fall back for a minute
Took an L, but I got it all back, I ain't trippin'
Bro who?

boots by Perry Ellis
And I don't plan on taking no ski trip, they even drip (woo)
Chanel fanny pack out in Egypt, ain't no reason
Gucci bucket hat for

For the game we fantastic but its only the two of us 
The court would never imprison me coz I'm already trapped by my bars 
I protect the rap game