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years waiting
Rage got so big it turned into hatred
Check my resumé, bitch
First song ever did was a Chi-Raq remix
Drill from the start, brag without

stay in my tent by myself, take my attendance
Growing older, not glowing older I look like vintage
Catching a strike first but wanna strike twice might

heres my dick for your mouth fit it all
Imma text message your a lose call
I wouldn't poke you with a pool ball attached to the cue
I throw 50cent at this

options
Scared of what I might find

Scared to make the wrong move
I just need the right sign
Bet my last 50 cent I'd get rich or die trying
I can see it in

Chop it all i wanna see is profit
Love it i won't stop it kitty's
Know i always got it
Ain't on piss just tweak on songs
Get round there bring

stage
1 5 6 4
C G Am F
Such lazy songwriting
This is music for the deaf
It was fine 50 years ago with songs like 'Let It Be'
But it's been done again

dollars to change
They say it doesn't make sense why I make cents
Junkyard bully, I'mma push you in a spiked fence
They want me to OD from some pills on my

a bunch of dough
I'm gonna optimize the flow by writing songs, doing shows
I'ma obviously blow, I ain't poppin but I know 
That I ain't got nowhere to go

Cashin' in these checks, that are less than fifty cents
Dammit I might just regret where and how this business went
But I'm rapping so tight, Shaq

be late my nigga, 50/50 down the middle that's the rate my nigga"
I shook his hand as I petered to walk, my homie pulled up and said we needed to talk

To be the greatest ever at this flow
I do this in real life
And never just for the show
I stay on point at all times
And never played by a hoe
Grinding so

Surprised I'm alive, well you're far from the first
Know you can't stand me cause I'm just the worst
That girly too cute so I bought her a purse

Nice fur made a coat for the Glow, where's PETA
I used to drink Hennessy by the liter
If rap got a face in my city I'm the leader
(That's light)
Main

100 bands was my first major plan 
And all that started changing when I got fans
By the age of 10 I was married to the bread 
And I'm a stay going in

this?
Rich by sixteen, but he ain't honest
Illegal money in and out his palms
Reaching for the stars, he on the run
Tried to hit your line but you not

had me thinking 50 Tyson's the besy
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa
That purple kush had me walking in slow mo

Half of these motion detector cameras

From sitting on the floor gaming to dropping
Some of the highest scores the
World had ever seen
To dropping some of the craziest
Verses rap had ever

niggas acting like we coo
We ain’t friends
Ever since I started rapping I dun made the opps fans
How you getting money but yo whole crew fucked up
When I

and you ain't even sneeze
Vienna sausages, noodles, ain't no Micky D's
Get 50 cent, hit the corner store for them hot Cheetos and the chili cheese
Ice cream

know that can drop a pop song first release
Next week trap
Next year we live what we said in our raps
I'm taking the good only leaving the bad
She loves

probably 50 flabby and sick
I'm a real sicko I'd still probably hit
I'm immature as ever still feel like a kid
Everything is funny I never gave shit
You fake

Golden Mic

Aceyalone

Accepted Eclectic

2001

really matter
Who's the first or the second batter
What you got mixed in your batter
I'm finna drop that fatter data
Look, I ain't really ever told y'all

flew by
Now I think really it's my time
My time to pop out and shine on nigga
Fuck everybody who ever doubted a nigga
Yeah, Stick 30 rounds in it nigga

my fault
But let you tell it, all I ever do is piss you off
When you get mad, the first thing you do is dismiss me off
Baby, talk to me
You always