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attitude, don't care
Don't hear, I'm ahead by so many years since family
Crying out so many tears, no way I'm gonna be broke here
Got money for the next year,

right now
He really got the nerve god damn bitch wow
Mane pulled up black on white look like a cow
Don't say more words bitch you is done
These Twitter

more than an army of men
Just to go about tryin and getting me killed
I load it up
Pull it back and let go
All you feel is the steel to the back of your

wanna ride the wave

And if you just another player
Keep yo head down, say a prayer
Or just stay up, and I swear
You goin' get laid out like a chair
I'm

before I left
Cared more about my family, less about myself
Put my work pants on and throw the scales on the shelf
Even though we separated, I'm always

money more problems, rather that than have nothing
That break up got you thinking twice, same break up made me live my life
With them feelings that you

you're not feeling proud
But chip away day by day and you will find your sound
There's more I need to tell you, I don't wanna see you fall
Not tryna scare

in just a few days a week
What I thought I had everyday to do
Son the best thing i can do is give Jesus to you
And he loves me, and he loves you

to be the bloody hands of an overdose
But this is the life that I chose
Because I was more than just broke girl
I was just in a home
I heard my mother

Man
Im better than best
I talk with my chest
I stack and invest
Uh
For the homies
For the family
Do you understand me
Go from camrys
To bigger pantrys

Knowing no one was there
I miss her poisonous lips
Those guillotine kisses
It’s way more than a bad habit
This addict craves his fixin’
Sittin’ by

Cause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fouls are more than flagrant
And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the pavement

(Woo!)
Life's a game, roll the dice
I'ma stay cold as ice
Don't wanna talk to death, I already did it twice
Actually it's more than I would like, and it's

to Motown jams most of your music is backwards
Are you all in cus stackin chips is such a nasty habit
I Live by my word but most Niggas is into actin
I can't

of Angels
Keep it frank
Dawg I'm the only Saint
When I go quiet
When I get silent
Know I'm peepin' game
I told that shawty it's more than life
Than her lil

clutch
Cause I got Jordan touch
I'm more than tough
Still I might retire
Like I'm Andrew luck
The golden child
Shooting from the line
That boy he known

Quiet on the set
Mic check, one, two, can you hear me y'all
Check one, two, three, turn me up some more
One, two, three, four, quiet down the bros

cold but the game goes
From where these niggas change modes more than change clothes
Aim fo's flame throw till ya brains blown
Just to leave with what I

I'm coming from the bottom and I'm
Hungry so if you get
In my way I swear to God I'mma rip you apart
I'm a mother fucking animal
Rapping faster than

make the music, then I made that shit an enterprise
This is dope money, you could say me name is Escobar
Killing all these rappers just became part

father wit' it
Then I hit Swizz Beatz non melanin
Pale ass noggin' wit' it other words
I hit Pinky In The Brain
Just for ponderin' it
I'm here to snatch

over this small world getting wit pride
But it was whole lot more than money cash hoes
motivational score the laughs plus the jokes
Clowned about beef

that isn’t who i am i never 
Found the world relatable so i went on the lamb and fell 
Asleep beneath the covers, got more will than will i am and 
All

in together now
All in together now
To all my homies what's up!
If I ain't seen or heard from ya
Homie I just wanna let you know you more than a number