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(God damn)
Money made me move, I'm goin' fast with the wind (On God)
Nigga, not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin (On my chinny-chin-chin)
And bitch,

off me
Look I’m too hot so get off me
Bitch I’m too hot so get
The flow 500° you are lukewarm
Slide on the beat like a hot comb
I’m the golden child

ahn)

So much love when they see me
Now they got my song on repeat (Oh)
If you dey hate omo na six feet oh
Cause e be like say them no fit resist oh

best to get over it
One day you’ll look back and smile and just laugh at it
Currently mastering my craft until its the top I hit
Trust me one day ima

this, me and her up on the couch
Roll up by the zip, trynna keep my eyes above her blouse
Whole time I was strugglin' she was thinkin' the same thing
Like

Death on the phono, my skills are porno
You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo

I'mma kick it to y'all frankly
So all you weak niggas can hate me

buy my gun just for me to toss
Fuck what it costs, I don't care what kind of drop you pushin
I put my fifteen to your top and dump bullets
Yeah I see

at first
He just thought it was turn
‘Cause his aunt, his uncle
His friend, his brother
All land six feet under
One death and another
Struggling to hustle

night
I cant sleep got me up going
Brake lights, brake lights, brake lights,
You don't see em I be rollin
Police wanna pull me over cuz they think I'm

don’t talk unless
She calling bout the sex
Asked me if I’m by myself
She sent a thread with beaucoup neks
Say she tired of faking fucking
All you do is

sayin' bye
That's right stand by
Cause we about to take flight
Not a 747
But the music and the mic
Rophone
Phone home
If you want someone waitin' baby
Go

OD off of all the shit I'm in this bitch
He gone hate a nigga by the way I'm fucking on his bitch
Roley on you'd think a nigga slit his wrist
Roy jones

The Professional

P-Money

Gratitude

2013

this man?
Suckas
Let's get it started, my nigga
Straight up
Making this hostile takeover
Yo, P-Money
Yo watch me, check this out yo

Since

in six days a week

Nigga is you shittin' me, or kiddin' me, I'm really the epitome of diamond in the dirt
Spit so much fire when I'm rhymin' that it

Home sweet home
The place where the lunatics roam
'Bout to peel a cap to my chrome
Dropped the tape so now you know me
But who knows me? Sewn up they

All these labes and these thotties tryna get with me
I keep it simpily
Ain't talkin' billions you cant sit with me
Lets get it
I'm an alien
They lookin'

lit up the board
Ship it like Sicily switching the score
Three six the pick if the iddy epiphany flipping these giving me bidding me more
Fitting when

Cruising down the street
Keep my foot on the pedal
I'm on the podium getting the gold medal
I'm number one cause I wanna go fast
If you ain't first

test it
Uh-uh, don't call me a n****
Uh-uh, I don't pull on triggers
Black dad, so I need six figures
My three kids all gettin' bigger
Back down like I'm

guessin' you're just like the rest of 'em
Smilin' up front, but behind with a different agenda to keep me arrested
To give you a piece that I earn
While

Kalabuley boys wanna see me down six feet
Nana is good
Baba is great
Anytime adey go on my knees adey pray
Nana joe dey answer yeah
Feeling by myself

Reflexions of the Disillusioned


By Jeff Knight











Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously

Oh
Desire
Yea
Yea Now You Rockin' Wit Rada
Like Let Me Know Sumn'

Like, let me know sum'
I take a perc and I go to sleep
I wake up lil' bitch get

Now I'ma stay down
And down for the mission
Let me get my Gat load ??? so I can this shit
A Gee, a ride
A grey Six Trey
Now I can get the A-K, you goin'