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you no more, Dre
You ain't nothing but a killer, man

And so are you
Pauliero, stop playing with these niggas
Bitch, I'm back
I feel like Tom Brady

and the world for the taking
All the money in the world, man, fuck it I'ma make it
She gon' get a nigga killed fucking with the sensation
Pacing, racing, running

mistake a Micheal Jackson laugh for my pronoun
He-He, yea they stutter cause I'm twice the man
That they pretend to be, I curve the energy just like

a flawless victory
But things are not how they seem to be
Slick rick style but on one eye
A black & white circle bullseye
Superhero power like cyclops energy

Ooh, yuh, yeah
(Midwest Got It)
New opp packs coming in from the front door
You ain't slide for your mans yet
You a damn hoe
Aw shit, pick yo' bro up

pull up on your block
You better stand down
Cause if I'm not in the right mood
Thats a man down
Turn him to a vegie with this metal
He a can now
I never

In a perfect way
We gathered for our wedding day but it seems
That the devil had different plans
Your white veil
It covered your crystal blue eyes

your mans, we just caught him at the lobby
I'm makin' music, that's my hobby
On my way to the top and you can't stop me, oh yeah
Oh yeah, pull out

Sexy omotosho you don enter green
On my raider, I'm feeling happy on scene
Come dey tease me like say, I'm one of them G's
I'm a big man big baller

with my niggas causing issues
Uh
Nigga I'm official
Choppa blow a missile
Yo' choppa, it just whistle
Walter White, I cook that crystal
My niggas

I'm just a black man in America to the morgue is where they carry us and bury us I seen the blood on the street and it ain't clearing up maybe it's

now 
SR hit the scene and he really getting paid now 
what they gotta say now 
nothing coming out 
mouth white shut they was talking hella doubt 
til

could come no more

3 This young man wept this young man cried
In about six months for love he died
Although he had not been twelve months dead
Until he

It's like that
Himmy
I'm Michael Jackson bad
All the players to the front and all the suckers to the back man Hurry up
GGUSM type shit man
Get money

Walked past the boys to the man 
I could tell you wanna win

cnd you got it 
You got it 
Oh you got it
I'm poppin you poppin 
Oh You got it 
Oh you got it

even tell my story
Man, shit's never gon' be the same
R.I.P. to those, their tomorrow wasn't promised couldn't see today
I'm tryna get Rich Homie so, I

white cane (Yeah)
Pass on me now you remember the name (Yeah)
Bitch, run it
Say my name with your stomach
Kaed
Open the noor
Pachi
Open the door I unlock

Jay Montana man
Jay Montana
Jay Montana man
Oh my God, it's Jay Montana man
Counting up money, I do it too much
Double my cup, I be needing two cups

out doing my best
Gotham knight I wear a vest 'cause I feel like I'm on a quest
This rap is land, and I is white, this shit is mine, I is no guest
Want

the whip
I don't play nine days
Bitches treatin' for a trick
Keep it money over bitches
Won't repeat it for a chick
Yes, fresh all-white Adidas in the whip

raps
I can't wait to hear 'em
'Cause they got some clever ways
To state how we livin'
Man, I got some better ways
To change how we livin' (For real)

(Ayy)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(I  ain't got forty-five man)
It  get real in the field, better tighten up

Why you bring her

There's a man tapping his finger on the desk
(tap tap)
That's just what he knows best  (knows best)
Butting heads with time
Is the change like

Gotta love these broken dreams of becoming a millionaire
I don't know man, maybe the skill was the there
But you got up yet you still felt scared