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the block
Always knew you could clean any situation
Long as you had a mop, Ayy
High-speed on the cops, check a
Check in 'til I drop, Uh
My fingers get

been on some other shit
I'm been counting money
I might flood the club and shit I might
Fill my pockets with some dub lil bitch
Put like twenty on your

for a bad bitch
Grippin me like a bandit, liftin me like a bandage
We just takin it slow, I lived for ten thousand days got twenty thousand to go

drivers coming home 
From a long day the song play
The lights flash
But swine will never touch my cash 
And you know bikes ain't got tags
So I can be John

Trust me lord knows
Nailed down by them cowards
Days later I Rose
And where you was Ms Mary
Probably a Selfie pose
No love for a G
Guess that's the way it

twenty chicks in the rental
Lead the way and I follow, it's tomato, tomato
Live every day to the fullest like it ain't no tomorrow
Got a brand new

way to break it
We on our way, no mistaking

Been on my way for so long
Huh, where'd I go wrong?
Wonder am I wise to hold on
To the dreams I've been

It later when I'm elderly
I thought by now, I'd stop rappin'
But I just made too much of
Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen
Got

of a man and waiting for him to call
He left me on the day
That I turned twenty-one
For years now I've been on my own
I'm scared that if I change or if
I

Bet I made 'em forlorn whipping by a Forbes
Make the floorboards warped
In my Wells Maine warlord shorts but I'm
In it for the long haul
I'll be here

You're on the wing, bat
Swing and assault that
Hold that, twenty-one days ain't nothing
You joke man
Yo fam, you're better, no fear, no man
Can't see man

Aye, how long you gon' be a dustball man?
You super dusty super musty
J to the Z you super ugly

To you I am a man to the public I'm figures
Bitches

you know me 

Still working on the first verse   
still working on our song 
still working on the first verse  
it's now 20 years long 

soon we'll take

invasion?
Real project baby, mama signin' for lil' Eddy
Long live Tiny Tim, I'm seein' 'em dead right by the dairy
In and out of courts, I'm startin'

make it in this game
What you see as an escape is what I deal with every day

Drug deal, record deal, long as he get paid Hit the dealership and get

I'm only in your city twenty hours, then I'm back out
You ain't got no beat in your car, where the speakers at?
It's gettin' cold as fuck outside,

They say he killed his folks 
Because he wanted to 
There was nothing else for him to do 
They locked him up for twenty long years 

They said he was

On every issue, bad or good then, I always stood ten
Twenty-two long nose, smacked your homie with the wood end
The work I sold to hold a candle to work that

Already back here too long, by the end of this I'll be free
Slowly picking myself up, healing wounds gon' be next
Talking down on my name, all you gonna hit

Real Life

Pizzo

Pizzo

2000

Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town

against me
Think I lost 20 more pounds
Gave a new name to skinny

And shit ain't getting no easier
But that don't mean you gotta give up
Cause I been all

Yo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that
You're on the wing, better swing and assault that
Hold that, twenty-one days ain't nothin', you joke man

I rose up
I don't need no label to pay my P
Your one million couldn't sign me
I wear B.Malone a lot these days
'Cause man got tired of Nike
I'm

you come dey follow me talk
Ogbeni no dey long talk Gucci for the boys shey you sabi hush pup
Everybody wanna form gang gang till we pull up at the bus