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fair was just some shit the rich made up
Genius though I ain't no hater just a washed brain
Became a G-Nah in a race against my mama pain
She prayed

In 2014, 2015, that money spent on the first and 15th
I've been broke like boy don't tempt me and sometimes I'm feeling empty
But right now I feel

what I create boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would make went to Mac on my waist
I could send

life
He was causin' my problems and makin' me fall
God, he put money on head and I had to pick up the call

Woke up yesterday, said i might crash out

In the Name of Rame

3X Krazy

Stackin Chips

1997

to make that mail
Day by day livin'
An nobody don't want no static
A-P 9 in the attic
Five stripes, I'm wreckin' traffic
Pullin' a G daily
Watch how I

my jewelry is so bright
That the chain light up the club, call it a strobe light
Love to hate me but hate to love me
Face it dummy, I'm makin' money

Surrounded by da fake love
Cus all da money real
Sometimes I wanna take it back
To the days at Science Hill
Sometimes I wanna take it back
Wen

Here's Gordon Freeman
Ironically enough, not a free man
When you can't get a job done, he can
Working 24 7 for the G-Man
Living half a life, now he's

I'ma do gotta figure out something
Had to get up, off my ass by any means go get this money
Kickin' dows stay on grind I'm busting juggs finessing

Every time they test me... (Oh ah ah)
Imma let it rain (Rain)
Aye...
Yeah...
I like that
(C-2-4 make the speakers blow)
Up in the first (First)

like money, liquor, weed, women only thing I'm out for
Like you don't even know me no more, like Rob I don't know who you are (feel me?)
Really, really,

the remix
I go by the name of Sacario

[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon

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Written by : P$L & HK

Cuz these niggas wanna take my life away
Many men, want my name next to R.I.P
So I gotta keep a glock by me
Like a chick that bitch my side piece
30

disguise
Tryna run it up for life
Mob ties with the guys (with the guys)
I'm on some P and V shit
Paid in full and verified (yeah, yeah)

Back in my bag
Ran

yards like girls light and dark like
I like them dope and they love that bar by the time man drop my future shit
I might need me a new if we're talking p

embarrassed when my bro get caught by the cops
What the fuck you do that for? Should've kept yo ass home
So broke, I can't put money on ya books, no calling my

Where we flip cards and play dice 
From nightfall till daylight 
Stoops and backyards 
A illuminated by the porch lights 
Silhouette of that black 4 5

compete (yeah, yeah)
Eighty-Five undercover my jeans (jeans)
Life been good to me I'm feeling 'P'
But that don't fuckin' mean that I'm finna ease up

done took off lapping
Niggaz had a 4 year head start, by the way
Yella baby got her body did, hair & nails did, but scarred in the face
Pull out, all in

whole life
This is my FaZe1 submission, I hope you like it as much as I do
Thank you for listening, it means the world to me, much love
This shit got me

to hot
To be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what You hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass
Like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me

ever really stop burning
Its four k
My rents paid
My fam straight
On foe nem
This life I made
Ain't need nay
I'm never owing
We go up dont come down

us hold on by the rope
That's a familiar trope
How you want niggas to float
Keep shooting holes in the boat
Can't make no money at work
I'm making