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split it in half (Yeah, yeah)
50 for laying the drums, I sit and I think as I divvy the tax (Tax)
I might just need me a Drake in the future and no ain't

I'm trying my hardest
But steady I'm calling
I'm tripping and falling
To get over you
See that I'm stalling
Your sex is enthralling
Gotta go in

in for a kiss your mood change got in the way
You a Thompson to my Curry shape our future like its clay
We the stars against our ex's now we drawing

too long!
Procrastination is of the devil
So I don't fuck with it
Hunger be the rzn
I grind keep a buck fifty
You don't know broke
Until all you see is

finish this mission
Only if seven figures giving advice imma listen

Know what it is nigga cash rules
One hundred and fifty of my team members got all off

s**t certain
Like, baby, you is pretty, I wanna make sure you with me
I'm just keeping it 50, if they wanna play, I'll spin till I'm dizzy
Like, for you,

50, a chest on my vest and a bulletproof car
They know that I'm ready to rock, can't keep me locked in a box

Break out, I'm picking the locks, y'all

than a girl On I.G who doesn't dress,
But still wants to spend my net at around 50 percent?
Let this message prevail out here, 
Even for the unborn

these bitches all on me
Fifty sacks of that Sammy Sosa
Pockets lucky like four leaf clovers
Used to whip it to get dem overs
Gods graces dem days is over

use the rock off the glass classic Duncan shit
You can be wavy as you want my crew be dumping shit
All I do is call that number then its sunken ships
I

nine to fifty three
I came here to run it you best believe
Everybody rejected me
This is the price, the hating fee, yeah

Stalin go
Stain go (Yeah)

upon a
Way up on a hilltop
Overlookin' the purple thunder
And the rain pours down
Turns rivers to brown death
By landslides, when I'm takin' the game

doctor say it's a girl
In '94, Illmatic dropped the same day I came in this world
My mother said, "The world is yours", she was givin' me game
It's only

to produce a plan to stack up like 50 bands with
Manifestation of my creation I give a damn
If I'm up late, 3 in the morning you know the vibes
See I just ate,

this, latest that, vanity cake
You cry once a month, you cry more when you late
I cry every month when the due rent is late
Followed by Edison bills

I Spy

Krept & Konan

I Spy

about typing or doing no diss (no, I don't)
Don't be fooled by the shit they do in their vid's
Harvey Nicks, I'm doing a quid
Probably wear that shit

What is the time damn im missin my flight
So i sparked up that paper
Got lit for the night
A couple of bitches they ate up with my appetite
I am

cash
Aye

I'm makin' moves like the Flash
Knuckles is brass 
Smoking on gas got this green like it's grass
Goin' up fast
Sit yo' ass down like you pray

paid, get laid
Repeat
Get blazed, get paid, get laid
Repeat
Get blazed, get paid, get laid
Repeat

Getting blazed, watching for 5-0
Eyes closed, riding

a lama"
What is the time damn im missin my flight
So i sparked up that paper 
Got lit for the night
A couple of bitches they ate up with my appetite
I am

Back on earth after 50.000 years
The sun is rising, you're bursting into tears
You left oppression, greed and hate
You see no borders, see no state

Stepping back
Like maybe this is the end
The end ain't never ending
So it's right back to the digits
Gotta push a couple swishers
Figure how I'm

love you the same way in ten years,
Or fifty,
Or however long we live in a future where we discover so much life prolonging shit but divvy up

Sixteen from the thirty will give you nigga fifty
I'm already in y'all heads ain't no fuck'n with me
In the land of the King they wanna give me