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no, I can't come out

Serve by my grandma with no conscience (yeah)
Ayy, I'm a prince, I'm with the function (yeah, rich, homes)
To keep it real, I

goes
A felony on my record, yeah Fuck it, bitch, I'm told

They started dwindling' down and Out, cause they couldn't know
If I'd ever be rich, as all

fake busy (c'mon, dawg)
Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology

Man, bitch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?

I seen a whole lot of fake day ones
Start showing hate
Guess I'm already now
Rich from my channel, but dumb bout the crowd

Jump out the window
We

was rich girl I'd hit em with my purse
Hit em with my purse, I hit em with my verse
Hit em with my words, and I hit em with my curse
Hit em with

as it gets, understand I won’t lie, till the day I die, I won’t ever be fucking with fakes 

Uzi out the window squeezing triggers, that’s a drive by
I

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

Let's Ride

Eightball & MJG

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

fucked up 
I would be the big willy nigga with my feet up 
But I'm in the field killin' for a meal 
Around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real

After tonight I'm fully convinced that some people just don't feel
Is it only because you can no longer tell what's fake and what is real?
Doctor

shit by myself
But I ain't complaining, I went out and did it
You hating, then go somewhere else
Since I was young I made money moves
Imma big stepper,

I’m not playing when I say I need your love again it’s hard to find

I remember I was struggling was far behind

Getting rich he serving drugs again

we changed up on em 
Yeah the whole crew changed
Got the big head now
And forgot where we came 
Them boys so lame
(Them boys so lame)
Least that's what

I’m just a rockstar sonofabitch with an itch
To change this world one piece at a time stitch by stitch
Now I ain’t rich by any standards that you’d

down
You took my hand and never let go, then you gave me a crown
For you i'd pull a Van Gogh and cut off all the fakes
I swear I feel complete when you

Then killed by fake love in disguise
I'd rather cut ties

Than be protected by the lies
I'd rather win by myself
Than question loyalty over time
So tired

as I say, not as I do
Oh, thank God that I'm not
Playing by your fake rules
I'd be a goddamn fool
If I was just like
If I was just like
If I was just

this earth
Played with skirts, always alert
Shirt me if you want to shirt me, I conserve
Energy that's been burnt
Take your turn, I earn, dollar by

a cosign by the government
I know you know I been gettin' cheeks
Get that so much, call me Dirty Dan
Ya'll niggas fake as Kardashians
Calling ya'll niggas

of motivation
Mines a V-12 big block, buying out your little shares with my big stock
This is deeper than some hip hop
Cause you's a fake friend, yeah snakes in

you they say I'm acting too fake

Slide down with a blick on me to protect you
I ain't have no big homie show me how to get you
Couple niggas had you

to chit chat i talk the big facts
When its crunch time, i always show up i got a six pack 
How a fake motherfucker  gon' tell me that i switched 
How

I ain't never liked you
I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you
My doggy Lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread
Just

Only a Few

Master P

There's One in Every Family

1998

[master p]
Yo, see them out there
Yo fiend, fuckin mafiaso
If your fucking with no limit
Fiend, big ed, master p and silkk
You fucking with the best

to fix cap
No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks
The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks
I'll admit that, I hit