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the world in my hands because I'm feeling blessed
Spin it back with Dayoff we can tell you how bad it can get
Fuck up out my avenue who the fuck you stepping

the put the pressure on em
Till I'm resting at the brink
All your accounts was in the red
By all accounts I'm in the pink
What you think 
Thought this was

It's your boy J-jimmi
J-J-J-Jimmi
(anything worth doing, is worth doing for money)
Straight from y'all street to Wall Street
(Anybody tells you that

Hey txeej

Whole lot of money been comin' in
That bitch want to fuck cause I'm up again
Ain't giving out sauce, lil bitch I ain't selling it
She ate

fuck that
If I hit it, I won't that
I took Paul out the ball bag
And I played at the ball bag
You gon' fuck how they ball that
And I tell em free thug

my Ass, is missing
Spent not a dime on the baddest, bitches
Fuck em then I tell they ass, good Riddance
Laws get behind me my ass, is dipping
SRT I got

the universe, its coming true,
Man i did this shit for years you act like you aint knew,
Man you never heard my name? go type it in on Google,
Boy you know I'm

a nigga up & turn his dreads into two braids
You do everything they ass tell you like a good slave
Risky been runnin niggas down and he ain't even 5'8
If

write it down
Come on tell em what is really going on 
#BRIDGE
He's screaming for help
But no one can hear
Trapped in his own mind
Consumed by fear

See all I ever wanted was to show em I have the power,

Them truly gay reflecting boys pushing and shoving is still the outcome,

So how come, Santa

it (whoosh)
Boy thinks he's steppin' to me, ain't nothin' a sheep can tell his shepherd
Just copped new seats for the Range, don't worry, your

Uh oh its Bloxkstar Gsm yeah yeah that's who they like to see
Big ass drum under this chopper just in case they follow me
Stay posted on Grove Street

(haha)
Phone tapped, I can't talk on my cellular (my cellular)
He tweetin' but tell em' who shot at ya' (shot at ya')
That TDB, 6, we the Mafia (The

Mow 'em down if he gives me a reason
Catch an opp on the block, and that's his last pack
I put niggas where God grows the grass at
Tell lil Chris to go

small town wit a lot of big talk
Careful where you step yo body gon be in chalk
Like lice got em scratchin heads cause they big Dumb
You a lil sum

I wen't away with this shit had to run
But let's not forget boy I mad you my son, paved the way for too many Im really the don
I do it for my niggas

It's good, turn the lights off (Yii)

Starin' at the bright lights, cruisin' through the city
Swervin' by the curve, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Got

don't hang by fake love
So I keep hymen like a nun, never fuckin' with niggas bruh
Check the leaf it twist- ed
They ain't with it
They goin' swear they

Workers work hard like they
Get paid off commission
Turn a one into a three like a mathematician
Don't need no niggas
Yea it ain't no mo' additions
These

brighter than a bust down

Yeah to many niggas done came an gone
All of them bitches be singing my songs
Calling my phone tell em leave me alone Now they

down and they ain't share with me
Soon as I started seein' money it was clear to me
These niggas not hungry for no money, that shit weird to me
Can't

DJ Slaytanic
Alright
Now you listen to me boy
You can take this as a warning
Or a piece of advice
Any way you want it
You and your friends
Keep

sorry had to make an example
Tie yo ass up and I'll hold you for ransom
100 rounds yea I got em spraying like Rambo
Tell that n**** that whatever I say go

keep on flashin'
Wack rappers, it's time for Jiggs slashin'
I need caskets, Tintin where you at?
They might 'em-selves like it's suicide
Make 'em know