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sick of running
From my problems

I'm tired of the stressing
I'm sick of all the crying
I'm tired of losing money
From your problems

I'm getting old
Ask

We all tryna get to heaven he can get us there
Everybody wanna go to heaven but nobody wanna die
Even if it means to pick up your cross and die inside

the shit that you've been saving in your bank
I'm talking cash, Stacking dollars til I make a milli
Motherfuckers never showed no mercy for the nigga

Day in Day Out

Dream Warriors

Subliminal Simulation

1995

Spek] 

bring me to the end and I'll be me 

open up your eyes wide so you can see 

it's thick to be me 

how I kick my rhymes down pat

less[00:51.43]I must confess[00:53.41]These niggas hatin' I'm bout to skate on them hoes[00:57.15]This money that I'm makin' bout to skate on them

walk, you can tell that[00:27.18]I'm anointed by the way that I talk[00:29.23]You see, it's God's plan, I'm good in God's hands, against all odds,

the sound of an unsilenced weapon
I been shooting guns since the age of fucking seven
I need a nerf sponsor by the way that I been selling
But soon I'm gonna

debate[00:36.40]I was giving features for the low, you didn't cop your mistake[00:38.17]My money clean now, I ain't washing like a paper plate[00:39.75]Neck cold

I’m warm-ups, shorts, jeans, and boots
And the only thing I rap about is beats and rhymes
We think deep by design, you should read my mind
‘Cuz yours is

I'm a lover not a fighter
But I fight for your love
Fight your love yea 

I'm a lover not a fighter
But I fight for your love,
Fight your love yea

never boasting
I been learning more about you even by the ocean
Little things I never saw but I now I zone in
Poker face is never possible, I'm always

'Cuz I told you that I was just horny
[01:12:00] Then you went to go and ask me for money
[01:14:00] I still gave you a chance like I'm Sonny
[01:15:00]

Clip Up (Reloaded) [Bonus Track]

Sheek Louch

Donnie G: Don Gorilla

2010

niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya

Never look bigger in person
Uh, they really nervous
And your bitch gon' dip once she learn you can't get her a Birkin
While I'm somewhere in the Ritz

gonna give up or Evan and you know
I'm hanging out with heaven also versions of our legends bread is a lamp super damp. I'm a

Collecting stamps. Yeah,

but I'm okay with that
I'm lyrically ill, the flow wey dey murder
We go chill inside your heart
Okay I walk with rap side by side
Yeah i smile but deep

I'll still give it all I got to show you
I gave y'all something money won't buy baby no lie baby
When I'm adding up blessings I never forget to count

the feds soon as ima release
And believe you don’t know me or what I’m capable of
But if you felt a degree of what I do
Trust me you’ll disown your friend

this thing 
Screw the "I can't write to you, less you write to me"s
I'm bad explaining
Forgive all the cancellations 
But know this wasn't brought by

you eternally
I wish for you to be the best versions of yourselves
Take your lives into your own hands
Controlled by nobody else
Don't confuse hard work

ima
GTAGTI other version of Gautama yeah
Now I'm about to crucify
Your mama about to see you die
Ima cut down your supply
I'm the Hip Hop alumni 
I'm

got nothing to worry 'bout after life
Bet I'll never trade for 25 to life
This is what I'm all about
I rep' my Lord my Saviour and I still live by

he H to the izzo, M to the izzo?
For shizzle you phony
The rapper version of Sisqo
And that's for certain, you cloned me
Your wack clothes line i'd

I Got Sence, thats Why I Got Dollars
I Was Told the rules
I'm Old School Like my Godfather!
I Was Showed The Moves, Schooled By The Older
Dudes how