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Up in this remix

Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
And having sex with ten chicks
All feeling celebrity dicks

low key but I always stay clutch
Got that for me cause I stack that money
Nigga don't act funny cause you might get touched
Everybody know my name

easy
I'm way too drunk and I need me a DD
That's me, hop in the car and speed
I just swapped our keys
Lost on the road, I don't see no limits
Stopped in

and hope to die
I could never live a lie
Because all we've got is time
Shout to Mac 'cause he's the god
Break my bones, throw your stones
Let it go, you

Up in this remix
Up in this remix

Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
Having sex with ten chicks all feeling celebrity dicks

time I write a word on this line its gonna cost me
But they keep coming back for my rhymes
Like morning coffee they say I'm kind of divine
But I just

never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade 
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled

question when I move make ill again
Night time I bark at the moon (Roof)
Now they tell me that maybe I'm too militant
No breaks on the grind
Putting bucks

Platinum billboards in the hood of you playa haters
Try to sneak up in the club low key, fuck an autograph
Dog I'm tryna chill, you can catch me in

Something keeps pulling me back I've been looking for love but my spirit black
Like the shade of the night man I'm under attack
I got demons around

Take this as a lesson
My spit is a weapon
Don't need Smith and Wesson
I been disrespectin
No time for reflection
I preach like a reverend
My feet,

flip-flops match the Polo
King, bricked up like I'm Giannis at the foul line
I'm blowin' up and they all sayin' it's bout time
God flow, prayers to the bando

talk about 'em a lot cus I like hemi trucks
I ain't use to back then hittin licks me kydney n bucks
Can't forget about laylay drewbie and key different

easy, you know that I'm
Ready to ride, bro Just hand me the keys, I promise we'll shake
Up the scene Right when we arrive, though? It's by any means
We

bosses talk real niggas listen by any mean   
I'm never saying please I'm taking what  i need 

Every niggas bleed it never really what it seem 
Gotta

Yes, there's a storm a comin, it's on the Times front page
With a black and white photo of some kind of giant tidal wave
On account of how

she verbally challenged
She my key to balance
Put it into words I couldn't even imagine
So I ain't I'm bout to black man what you think
You in the water

Rhyming at hyper speed time is flying by but I'm relieved
Started from the bottom and the back pondering on how I'm gonna rap 
Lot of rappers caught up in

lambos and all sorts
I done did that you man are small talk
Head licked back nizzy got caught for
Blacks snitched ahk on a real one
This is real life you

selling that yae
They hate to see a young black nigga trying to get paid
Get on the phone, call my mama and my lawyer
And tell all them hoes, I'm fuckin

John Cena
Cause bitch you can't see me
Money doesn't grow on trees
Yes, it does, just look at weed
Fly around like ima bee
In my J's and in my T
Black

gunna
They had me locked down straight for 2 summers
Now dat I'm back and my trap doing numbas
Ima real black king like I come from wakanda
Hollered

the East Vill
Keep it chill in the East Vill

Well times were tough, but we had enough
And my friends mostly got by
But can’t no one hire us, cuz there’s

the jersey with 'em, and it had just hit the stores
And my shit was low key, I was just living God
God help us to see what the park dealt us
Nothing