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Uh, I'm known to get active like Rosa Parks
Diving deep in that water with no regards
Imma bless you someday if you play your part
I smell blood in

Nah we gon' run that bitch like this
Free Snoop, free Charles, free Josh
Long live LG, Long live Chop, Long live John, Long live 392 mal, Long live

on the gas, more gas let's go
Foot up on the gas, more gas let's go
Back up on the block with the flock and its like that
I'm going to give the give the props

it's magic 
Take all the money and vanish
Yeah, you see that I'm Spanish
My legacy spannin' like three different language
Lamp in a palace, I hate it, I

(Mmm)
Just know that I'm running a bag (Eugh)
Not chasing these hoes they be bluffing
Quenching my thirst with these diamonds
They wrap on my neck
Went

uh)
First grade I was the smarted in my class
That was back when poppa used to play with Steve Nash on the game
With the cookies in the back we had

stone cold 
Call it steve Austin
Feel like its been covered with mold
That shit done gone rotten
I aint have no hand to hold 
When I was going under 
No

that you was dealt
First thing we gotta do is take out Thuggy with my help
A little rat passing by he over heard
He run to go tell Thuggy breath gone he

even hurting them
Who knew you two were that good

Now I imagine
I know there is no need to lie anymore
Seven
I know you kinda hate me by now, huh

Cause

That motherfucker it hit!
Like a 100 round stick!
With some bodies on it!
That bitch dirty!
Thick little bitch she got some hips!
She just came from

prolly gon save em
Y’all big cap be lying
Y’all big cap Steve Rogers
Yeah a nigga kicked back up in Broad Ripple
Talk shit
Get ya shit slapped like Naruto

to the club, they fallin' out
I'ma Milly Rock, yeah, with that Richard Mille
Yeah, these niggas envy, put racks on their head like beanies
Yeah I crashed

a man who don’t answer to no one
Had no luck with a pair now I’m Logan with that hands that I share
Even if you Shogun I’ma stare like step down “Get your

with that cash
Cause my niggas like racks
Better keep you a hustle
I don't like to tussle
Get shot by a fat nigga
Flexing them muscles
Your niggas ain't

that (I am) mr. you know what time it is (Run it)
Fresh out the bing bang (Fresh) thinking like it's jugg time
We all got that thang tucked (We do) but

Health is wealth homie, so know that I’m masking it
I’m nervous leaving home like a nigga who deal white
My people living heavy while others is real light

they goin' to hell
I put that shit on his biscuit, nigga, I been poppin' this shit like I'm fresh out of jail
Knocked him for his bitch, she handed me

[Verse 1: Samad Savage]
Yin-yang
Keep balance like I never spend change
Saving that green like M. Jane
But I'm rich, bitch, like Rick James

schools up like Steve Harvey
Fuck the world
My soul in the booth
Rest In Peace but who got the juice

You slayed this one greenlnd

I'm a big dog, like bitch, I got that rank
Oh sippin' on Wock, sippin' on
Wock, that drank, oh
I'm too well off, got

Candler, foreign
It got a paper tag
Yeah, I fucked her, then I passed her fast
Like I'm Steve Nash
Niggas mad that we be gettin' cash
Come up out a trash bag

had shit, treat the 580 like a Scat (skrrt)
Man, this rap shit free money, I'm used to be sellin' crack (huh?)
That's back when pops stayed in

like steve
But we going take that like thieves
Cause we fam we forgive off eas
But they not they going take it like thieves
Yeah they say karmas a bitch

my Savior I ain't
I use to curse like sailor too, til He casted that away
I had a couples hooks where the wave of flesh would gravitate, and this was