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I'm tryna be too rich
I ain't ask for ya two cents
Use to be a nusiance, but now I got new cents
They got the goat out, think I ain't gone show out?

to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes

Just fifty cent in my hands you know half a dollar, now I'm on a high prices yacht you can't afford this, eating swordfish trying to make it

You do not make any sense 
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any

Why they think they thuggin' when they all sound the same
Why they think they thuggin' when they all sound the same

Nowadays, these rappers stupid

but I'm 6'1
Money on my mind, need a shit ton
Nigga let that shit run
It ain't over til the fat lady sings
Nigga let that bitch hum
Send a fuck nigga up

can call the hit
I got more pull than State Farm
I’ve been thuggin' since a baby
Gon’ be thuggin' 'til I’m gone
Put in a couple days, out on a fifty K

way ima shine
Trying to  focus on my image
How I picture myself
Come like Kodak with the hooks
Draw a picture
I'm like Nas with punchlines
50 cent my

demons yeah they talking Imma get it gone
Can't wait to pull up in a tonka just to drop the top
Rather take a lamb over the G cause that shit hot
I'm just

and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm

shock
She by my side I buy her expensive things a lot
I'm not 50 cent but many men not I
I stay getting high I like to keep her fly
I prefer you right

excited when touching your body with you by my side how the fuck they gone stop me cs soon as you go I'm like why would you leave , as soon as you go it get

dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone

song
Fifty hairs cut with a couple blunts rolled
Me thick as a Nike in the dirt, I'm gone
Tom Sawyer with this shit I
Need a rap that's all

I walk into

her prima
Lil baby gone shake it like Shakira
On her knees you know I feed her
In a high speed chase in a beamer
Getting neck by two latinas
Aye Getting

to stack it
Different colors in my rubber band
I'm far from average
Different bitches switchin' by the day
My pistol clappin'
Think it's time to see

are just so endless
Claim that I got an ego but I just made my G's breakfast
So if you gone gun it like 50 Cent crew
Lemme see if you gone run it like

ain’t got jobs 
My niggas busting scams 
I’m crack 
This cutting grams 
You niggas is onlyfans 
Can’t sign up for the sauce 
I’m blinded by the cost 
I

like a pair of dice
Yeah
East side
Ain't got no sunny sights
Yeah
But it's cool cuz that's my baby
If I make a dollar
We got fifty cents a piece
Let our

was milk chocky
And 50 Cent was just a lil' change in the pocky
Headphones don't copy though
The same kid with the loud audio
Lame Mrs. K probably gone

Ready or not here I come you can't hide
When I find ya I'm gone remind ya 600 dont fuq round

I feel like 50 cent reincarnated
Back up on my bullshit

for your mural
Investigating me for bodies and
I'm talkin' plural
Duckin' New York undercovers and
Now Miami Vice
My lil' niggas out here thuggin

to fix shit 
Play pussy you gettin licked 
Chasin Bandz til it make Cents 
Runners on I can't trip 
If I don't do it , who gone do it 
If you ain't riding

PressPlay but on the beat let the baseline go
I'm gone make this shit dope with this crack rock flow
See i'm gone hold it down til the end
All i got is family