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Can't wait till the day I'ma rich nigga
Broke boy but I was still a bitch getter
Turn the lights on now watch the wrist flicker
Slept on me cause I

on a low though
Get your sun nigga show the world your logo
Yeah homie you’re all by yourself
So never let your life turn waste like a belt
The haters tryna

foldin'
The only wealth is health
The only wealth is health
Turn off that media
'Cause you respect yourself
The only wealth is health
The only wealth is

my song on the radio
Turn this here up on your stereo
Mr. Clean White T Im good
Pulling up bad chick your hood

Going up tonight
You make me wanna

Having some bad ass bitches, some mixed hoes
Get fresh and clean I mix clothes
Run to the money, you tiptoe
She on my mother fucking body like fit clothes

and sook
But now it's my motivation
But i'm back now
And i'm ready by any means
Enemies come with green
But that won't stop my big dreams
Cause i can lose it

Uso stop tellin em lies 

What's goodie?!
Im back in the mix still a savage kid they I gas this spliff
Turn a spliff into a man pass it to your friend

Mac, like it's Apple, lil' bitch, I'ma bite
We can both act stupid, you know that I'm right
Mix a Sprite with a wock, turn it into a night
Pop a bean

blood
Bust down too bright, turn a broke bitch blind
Better stay up out the mix, ‘fore I’m turnin down ya faders
Move that ass side to side, like ya

get wet then go get a mop
Shawty fly get ready to bop
12 is here so you gotta stop
Win win win
Lots of win I'm tired of it
I got caught up on the mix
My

down for the shit
So she won't see my mama
Fuck Mac and cheese I give her the meat
Turn that shit to lasagna
But please take the lead
Do as you please

raised by two of em
So I stay wit two of em
Awkwardest evenings Zack Morris you Screeches
Saved By The Bell
Catch yo ass on the weekend
I schooled on 'em

once, I've said twice
Competition will never have a next guy
I'll see you in the next life, bet my, annual wage
I'm like an animal cage

I'm like Hannibal

emotions you can escape
This memories you can erase I just
Turn the news and see lies
I’ve seen all the screens with my eyes
When you truth do you think you

All these prescriptions in my blood
Never gave a fuck about a pay stub, I'm based up
Why you lookin' shook in the mix
Triple six, cut wrists, I'm just

crazy, hoe, you buggin'
Yeah, she buggin', woah
I said take my heart and my soul, dump that in a hoe
Codeine hella cold, mix it by the 4
We go way back,

ya words
I was in the mix now i sit and observe
I stick to my word 
Hittin the curb
You Ridin hella low now your rims is disturbed
You needa seek

manifested in the flesh it's a cycle not a line we celebrate the crazy i go psycho all the time/get you hyper by design/that's a mic without a line/reflect

feared by these damn pricks
You think a damn bill will fix someone's death your logic must be chronic
Out of pocket no empathy, like you're a piece

Get drag by your feet like shit 
Can’t talk to me or sit wit us 
Yea we go hard we work meticulous
You gotta be real if you gon mix wit us
It’s only you

ends
now we fucking like it’s nothing 
no offence 
she wearing all of my clothes 
smell like a mix of my colognes
she never alone
after midnight her back

shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!

make it to the top (Yeah)
Just by giving top
Meanwhile the niggas flop
In other words
Your bitch sucking dick while you clean it up
Ah (Woo)
Damn I swear

cut all ties
Bounced back from them l's
So I'm guessing that it's all right
I'm a true star I'm going up and I'm gone shine
I been by myself I need some