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play it
Maybe it'll stop you from taking the life of one of your haters
Today maybe
Tomorrow never promised
Denise told me stash in every damn

money chilling where its sunny
Take it so far they question quality
Flip a bank when I go and cop some property
Always on the go that's true monopoly
Feel

and this a money trip
On the way to the bank, she give me all the lips
We double the profit, we locked in
I stay strapped by myself all time, keep watching

ecstasy
Did it by myself and shit they say i'm on that selfish shit
Music is the therapy and I deliver medicine
I'm like
Ha ha haa
Ha ha haa
Laughing

Damn it's been a long ass road
Lot of ups, lot of downs
Lot of bumps in the road
I've been goin' hard ever since
Yo June go ahead and hit'em up real

different thangs
But in the future will I want to be a simple man
Damn these are all the questions running through my mind before we reach the setting

leave you sorry as Uzumaki, nigga

Baby take me to your leader
Rest in peace King Geedorah
I'ma send my spirit up to meet you
Drinking muddy water by

the fallacy
It's a mentality
We need a list of allergies
We'll get you started once we've found neutrality
You're Adam
Even when you've got your own damn

was down bad
Sitting in the basement
And the best nights of my life
Man I swear there was no replacing
All these damn females that I'm so used

Y'all niggas are lame hu ya
I'm locked on a bank oh ya
Hundred for fam wait what
You stuck in the sink oh ya
My dick is all faith oh ok
Run up all

the briefcase
Make that money drop
Make that money drop
JT on my suit and tie
No mediocre shout out
Iggy, TI
If you ain't crew
Mind your own damn BI
Fourth ward

rapping for
Damn
What we doing this
What we doing this for
What we doing this
What we doing this for
What we doing this
What we doing this for
La la la la

lots of paper in the bank that's a factor
Damn I meant to say a fact
Only spent two hundred on these shoes I meant to say a rack
Only couple dollars in

shooting (Gone)
Told my dawg that we gone blow and he like I knew it
Finally running to the bank nigga, hallelujah
You don't know another rapper that got

your shit I can get the plunger
A gunner hunter runner the muncher cruncher the cunter I'm blunter you just
A grunter that's under the damn dumpster you

Gotti (damn, Callan, you gettin' guap)
The only one I see us havin' it just my way
Niggas gettin' still faces when I switch lanes
Karate chop and I got

me winning
No ice or no jewelry
But damn do I glisten
Aye
I'm whatcha missin
Wave
Like days I was Flippin
Was not in da kitchen
Preferred heavy liftin

it with ya
I want papers a rock and scissors
I cannot wait damn I must be addicted
Give me some water this pussy got hiccups
Back in the trunk fuck me

not a freak but she texting me sexually
You not by my side I can't let in you just a enemy

Im on the way I got bands I got money on the way
Did it

what's left? When my bank is void of tenants?
I guess, forgetting frees me up for the present.
It's just the classic "save or spend?",  "flow or pen?"

and you
Me and you
Me and you
Red color Range, make it smell like roses
The code to the safe leave the bank wide open
I'm focused, getting to the green
You

me then I couldn't sleep
I used to pray by twenty five God would make me rich
Thirty bands at nineteen you couldn't tell me shit
But in reality I only

Erkle
Hottest young nigga
You ever did heard of
They think I'm C Banks
But I'm way too damn thorough
Call me young prince of da borough
Lickin me up said

the garden
Want us to stop, we get it regardless
I got a team but I hang by myself
I can be king and still reign with the belt
I can be champ and still sit