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Time is money 
So I gotta keep a Rollie
Yea I came up from the muddy 
Drivin foreign by my doley
Shoot da 30 if If he foney 
Yea my shot is like

don't need no help
Money don't make itself
Money don't make itself
Grindin all by myself
I’m grindin all by myself
Cuz Money don't make itself
Cuz Money

for shows

Money clothes and the hoes 
Money clothes and the hoes 
Run it up run it up
I want this mone for sure
Did this shit by myself 
Smoking weed

everything is better by the palm trees (Gotta use my left to get in them pants)
Quarter sack, I palm trees (I'm only here for the bankroll)
Light up by

takin off, you can smell the weed when I pass, it’s funky
Hair blowin, cucumber melon aroma, I’m
Gettin that pussy’s what I told her
Think her name was

homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would die by
Someone check

by the tool, die by the tool
Them kinda niggas, gotta keep a few
You know I don't move weight
But If I gotta go back In the game
Man it's just a phone

Got weed got the wine with it (Yo)
Got the weather got the time for it 
Got shrooms, got tunes, got all types of shit 
From the sunset to the sunrise

often,Paris fashion week I've got to reach my dreams, I ain't forgot those days it was oz's of weed paying 5 pound each,sharing packs of sweets, now there

the whole world pass me by
Now I'm on my way
I'll need everything tonight
To let the whole world pass me by

Get paid
Work for the eight
Wait for the four

getting to it
Wrote it down and listened to it
Day by day I take a chance
Like good weed I'm sticking to it
Crossed my T's and dot my I's okay this will do

I’ll change, I’ll change for the better
Pick any day, Sunday through Sunday, Sun up to sun down,
It’s hard to live by the, rules of the town when you’re

Playing with Fire

Labrinth

Ill Manors [Deluxe Edition]

2012

One day you'll learn when you get burned
By then it will be too late you ya
Be too late for ya
When the fire spreads and burns, don't you know?

Paramedics

The Game

The R.E.D. Album [f.y.e. Exclusive Bonus Track]

2011

a main
Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain
That thing is so good like a hook

down
Not enough liquor in the bar, weed growin' in the ground
Trapped by these walls where my brain can't get out
Wonderin' if my mom might have

hands on my chest like the anthem on
I’m on fire smokin’ flower like chrysanthemums 
Ya ex try me ima hang em by his harem bone 
Legs tighten call me

believe then the picture shall portray one day
And when it happens its gonna be on site
Just tryna roll my weed mane wheres my light
Im mobbing out until I

That's why I sat alone
Locked in my dorm room
Just fuckin' rappin'
Fewer dime pieces than an empty piggy bank
Don't got no weed, don't got no drank
Get so

over a year
Sell ounces and bars from my golf cart
Gimme a nod I'll sort you out clart
By the time I've got to the ninth tee
I've usually sold about half

of
Used to spend my last on weed
Fucked up priorities,
I shoot my shot
Turned down by AKA sorority
College in Mississippi
Not the best place if you

I can break the weed down
I can burn a tree down I can roll up
If I tell you I'm going to be there
Baby I'm going to show up
You got that right like

this fuckin weed
Yah im fuckin high
I can touch the sky
Mommy i can fly
Yah bitch pass me by
Yah im fuckin high
I can touch the sky
My niggas doan die

The lost soul that's protected by my religion
I represent World Peace

Lately I've been feeling a certain way
Peace signs in every picture that I take
I

(I be drunk and)
I am so lonely
(By myself
I be rollin' up, uh-huh)
I have nobody
(Like, yeah, all that by myself)
To call my own

Thought I