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dollars
Then it don’t make sense
Dog by any means necessary I Need those chips
So if you got it good
It better be straight
Time is money ask Flava Flav
I’m

by that fake love
Got my vision blurry
I ben lost sometimes
Yea I be so confused
Sometimes I'm lost in this world
And don't know what to do
I couldn't

Okay
Okay
You know what?
It's okay
Okay
My respect you got to earn it (Earn it)
In the streets I'm swerving
Shots got me burning
Shots got me

You got the Mob in the place, yeah

The say the mind is a terrible thing to waste
So my every rhyme is designed
From a spiritual place get the time
I'm

the same ole G I done got a lil taller, lil smarter, lil broader, and I got a gotee I'm the one that be flipping the mic like the tongue of a dike on stage

her, not only as a singer
But probably one day I could marry her
You know, I wasn't that broke
I had a lil business and I drove a Golf four
Searching for

as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
Then disguise it as rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Doing

Grindin'

Clipse

Lord Willin'

2002

as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
Then disguise it as rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Doing

Ayy, draped my dawg in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas

it take, bake a cake, sic a bitch on him (go)
It cost to go to war, you know that, don't it? (Huh?)
You lil' niggas ain't got no money to beef with

Uh

Girl I see you lookin' lookin'
I'm lookin' too
Girl get over here and be my lil boo
Take ya to the mall and buy it all
And you should tell ya man

(That's Chucks)
(Ayy, what? Ayy, what now?)
(HONEYWOODSIX)

You're never rich, it ain't enough
You got a house but not a home
Paint a picture

huh
Pop a perc then I'm flying with the birds huh
Yeah you hate, but you knowing all my words huh
I beat her cake, then i put it on a shirt huh
Fuck

My 19th Birthday

Dave

Game Over

2017

to the edge
And that there put a hole in my chest
And then they tell you home's where the heart is
But I got a hole where my heart is
Because I let a ho

Fuck em all I'm just tryna stack my cake
When we ball don't foget you aint have faith
Cut them off since you chose to walk away
Fuck the law cause

gone wipe
Did a play with cake's so you know he gone wipe
Got P's for a K so you know they gone bite
Trap
Jump
Pound
Runt'z
A'yee lil nigga don't be know

nothing tresletree them brick apartments (The bricks)
I piece by piece my way up out that hole and got shit poppin (I pop shit)
Before the ppp I kept

boxer some pints and some P’s

I close my eyes for a lil more space
Could believe in a God, still can't bе safe
You roll your eyes whеn I talk this way
Me

Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun, just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid

Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun, just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid

the clutch
Do the dash on ya yea
Pretty Lil thing
Got an ass on her yea
I ran it up
Got that cash on me yea
Told her
Get cake broke niggas can't Holla
All in

relate
Half you pussy niggas fake
Snitch to the feds, then
Pussy nigga that's your head
Fuck up a check, that Phillipe that Patek
Balling like a nigga play

gettin cake it ain't shit changed

I count it up get da green like dendai

I got a bitch oversees show me double Ds

My Chinese bitch look like a hentay

I

a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (freeze)
I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho just get on your knees (freeze)
I seen that lil' nigga up