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rich nor influenced but they ride and they living life in lies
With their wack policies promoting nonchalance
Justifying that our generation is wack
No

all the shit that I done (Yeah) 
You know where I stand, All the 
All The ways that I stunt 
Shake planes like a Nemesis, I got the biz 
bodied in

inside like Ghana dey play soccer
Success ein relatives chaw, aunts and wofas
The issue, no bruh go biz you if you suffer

Hook
Kayayo dey sufer, taxi

to explain you wont understand
I’m tired of playing the kid I know I’m the man
In closing I’m not opposing anybody that was chosen
By me simply being open

states for the piff
Had to get a plate for the biz
Remember we would go to Andrew Jack for a bitch
Now they bringing me sacks off of fifth
I been in

You're better, maybe not by a lot, but a little
You're the patron saint of the totally fucked
You're completely toxic. There's nothing you can't kill

we live
And spent the whole time steady digging in the dirt
And what did they accomplish
Handling biz and raising the kids that is here to save

resist, yeah

Yeah, i do this shit no assist
They cease to exist in ma lane i'm too quick
I'm too slick when i move i'm too swift get dismissed
All these

If it ain't about biz or sex this nigga gonna leave you seen (Banks, Banks, Banks, Banks, Banks)
Nothing in comparison but our birth place (Nope)
You

Iowa on the flap
Get the records in the motherfuckin' books they seem so shook when they realize that
A pushover had grown to see the days of success
I'm

flying em squatters (ice)
Gimme the karats man dropping the diamonds, I'm covering dirt on my tracks (Diamonds)
Switching up lanes right in my black rarri

side from the south side where the drive bys
Whipping the bricks I'm back with the shit
I'm back with the heat I'm dropping the hits
Niggas are enemies

know what it is
But if you really bout your biz
You should hop up off my dick and
Get some money yeah
I walk up in the room I'm lit
By myself cuz I don't

lil mama what's the biz,
Trynna see if this pipe can really touch ya ribs
U a high level freak and I am too,
I'll be in by 1:30 out by quarter to 2
I

say they know me
But I don't think they do
That's my homie
I known him since ninety-two
Bend the block
Yoking in that chevy thing
Big block four fifty

in LBC/
Banging Eiffel 45 with Tobias Funke/
While y'all here trying to get your chakras aligned correctly/
Might catch him by the boutique between 98

money rolls when it’s late
People folding like a drape, and it’s sold
Had a little bit of gold in the safe
But my soul looking platinum
This is where I’m

is
Every single time im coming through 
I handle the biz 
If you dont then i do 
Best believe in it kid 
Ya cant 
Question it, its just the way that it

Wake in the morning
I'm yawning but getting up 
Taking time to take it slow
I'm sleep
I can't get enough 
Damn
It's too cold in this bathroom 
Gotta

Got got-boohoo
My white tee from boohoo
Was bought for me, by my boo-who-do what it do
I been the truth
Chuuch, uh
Dripping for no reason I'm just in

17 I was on ma fucker shit
Had a Nigga bitch
Hardest Nigga in this shit ay
You man wanna send me
To the when he don’t exist
I was on my fuck em
They

ambitions
Started rapping now i'm beating
I was dull but now it's message in my lyrics
To the counterfeit rappers
This is what I mean by being real
Ey
Never

move in slow motion we be getting green  
What I mean is handle your biz 
If you can't hang and cant bang it is what it is 
If you not this and not that

Ain't no one teach me how to be a man
It's in my heart to make sure
What I do can feed the fam
And if I don't
I feel like I ain't do the best I can