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Break out of my cage now cash got loose i'm gone lil bitch

It's a lonely road ill have to take
For better days
I lost all my faith an all my peace went

It's Grind time, It's Grind time, It's My time, It's My time, It's My time, It's My time

Grinding for that cash I'm keeping bands in my pocket, lookin

I been down and out I been up before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
I been down and out I been up

Look
Cos I'm on road
24s on my grind
Two phones in my pocket one of those is a
I'm chasing that money
Gotta stack up that cash
From early in

rich enough to buy like me and bronem an estate
I'll let my actions do the talkin', won't have nothin' left to say
Just tryna fill my pockets full up

by day i swear am draining out 


( ohh my God this is snazzy)


(Hope you get this message clear 


so many things in my head but i have to still

Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry

down-town, dirty south, back roads and alleyways 
Milk that cash-cow, you was on my dick anyway 
How I sound now? Bow down, no I ain't here to play 
Been up

it
Two strand really suit me
If i wanna lock it then i'll lock it

If he's caught by feds then
I just really hope they don't check his pockets
Check

To whom it may concern 
I hope this letter finds you well 
How you doing I hope you good 
As for me I'm doing better 
But if you saw me right now

on the net, but in real life play it cool
And all this water dripping off me, I coulf probably fill a pool
Bitch, I vow to never lose, I got a pocket full

between me and you im in that middle lane
Uh
If you met my shordy
You know she too die for
Treat her like she baby
All four of them pockets full
I make out

not a home anymore, this house is no home anymore
Sleight of hand, background checks
The cartridge is full, but that's okay
Because from what they have

Stoner
Yeah
Skrrr
Cash
Sauce
Lit
Oo
Oo,

Gas
Drugs
Lit
I don't give a fuck
Run it up
Ay

Lit as fuck
Dripped up
I put in my all
On the grind gotta

Nelson, Johnny Cash, De La Rocha all raw hardcore
Bowls of rice by the laptop where I cook with no crackpot
I traded in my blunts for the jackpot
Dang,

But I’m At They Neck 

Hop out the the matte black truck  “flex”

Diamonds on my neck And my ear “wet” 

Big ole bulge in my pocket “check”



I’m just

Ballers Flossin

II Tru

A New Breed of Female

1997

cash
One of these days sister's pockets gon' be on swoll
II Tru and AJay gon' have some rides to boss the roads

(Chorus)

[Brina]
'Cause I'm gon' get

Swallow some shrooms then I’m ready to go
I know when I’m up cus they hurting my belly 
I hustle for mine so I stay on the road 
Did it on my own it ain’t

know the mountains better than a warrior Cherokee
I grew up with Tommy and he did right by me
I'll take the cash he's guardin' and buy whatever I need

out of place in a hideaway 
By the way
Dirty money in a shoe box full Of old hunnas
Bring that cash to yo city all my Niggaz road runnas
Can't be scary

Cocaine in our hood 
And its Blood in our streets 
No hope for a poor black man
And I’m black as can be 
Market caps cuz I got no degree 
On this

case full of cash got
Me gettin paper cuts
I might buy the house beside my
House to get my neighbors up
Niggas say I'm trippin' lately I
Don't give your

the dust and then taste sand

I'm gonna crack a nuka cola
Do you want a couple sips?
Pipboy equipped, pistol buckled to my hip
With a pocket full of shells

day, pave the road to other continents
Heaven sent. Pocket full of dead presidents
Yea some Benjamins and a lozenge 'cause I got a cough, sick
Shit, man,