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my niggas locked
Rest in Peace My peoples
I'ma hold it Down that's always
Live by the code die for my bros
Steady making pros like Everyday
I got

Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now & laters
Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas
Jot

to L.A
Start our own life
You're the one I want by my side
I ain't even gonna lie yeah
I ain't even gonna lie
I ain't even gonna lie
You wasted a lot of my

bitch though
Right
Used to model out in Vegas
Right
She a city girl freak hoe
Right
I'm here to have a good time
Get lit with my people
Right
She got

will come
Keep writing til my hands is numb
Vegas trips those times was fun
Why compete when it's already won
Call me daddy nigga, you are my son
Shoot

Ride Wit Me

Countdown

Hot Hits Now, Vol. 1

2001

bringing nothing back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that 4

Jesus the Mexican Boy

Iron & Wine

The Sea & the Rhythm

2003

the Mexican boy 
Born in a truck on the 4th of July 
I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly 
Fearing he wouldn't approve 
We made a lie that was feeble

They trapped for Italian trends, man did the trap to pay sis rent
I didn't care if I looked all bummy, the leccy was paid by the notes in my bed
No

could take a whole key
Bring it down to the town
All my niggas still down for the crown
Take a couple shots
Take the crown off yo mind
Got the big 4

leaf
the coupe got me kaze 
150 in a mazi
cannot be caught by copies

The father doctor 
said they tried to stop me 
The paparazzi MAN 
THEY tried

Keep It on the Rise

Defari

Focused Daily

1999

like you, got real meaning 

I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies 

You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey 

You's a phony, I heard

start hit da pedal 

Pimp olympics OG won a gold medal 



Verse 1

Make salat so I can clean up my sins 

Then I’m headed out to vegas 4 da wins 

Lady

I'm beating
Vegas got me lobster eating
Boy I'm turning odds to evens, blessed by all these plots we scheming
Yeah
Blueprint dreams, billion dollar

Niggahs turnt up stacked em up at the Cosmo
Dice hit the tables and winning like the lotto
Vegas VIP my niggah Chuck bringing bottles
Jay got

spent on the block
Of an opp
For the fourth time
She gone
Run this shit Nîgga
Yeah four times
I'm a Stunna in Vegas
Like four times
Fucking with me

song be blowing up, C4 after C4 
Malaki on the piano, c-note after c-note
And I been stacking money, talking c-note after c-note
Green like Little Shop

Paranoid pistol pointing boy don't disturb me
Oh my, never told no lie 
Never fear no man 9 or no 4 5 
This life a cold ride
Smoke trees so the pain from my

a 4 and a 6
Need to hit Vegas, take a tour of the strip
But I might just settle for a Florida trip
You don't want to go war with the kid
I'll catch your

a plug out in Vegas nigga
Ain't had to call him since I made it nigga
I got shows like I'm famous nigga
With two likes a post
You on Facebook pussy

from high end life in Vegas enhanced my dreams
Who ever would’ve known four figure weekends would be a thing
I remember back in 2015 just a youngin’

lyrics today wouldn’t even know thug life
But that night, 11:10pm, Las Vegas Nevada
September 13th, 1996, unfair, you didn’t have armour
If that red light

dassit everybody gotta play it back 
Next week, I'm booked like 4X I feel like Stunna 4 Vegas 
Out in loris with the homie SAB people keep saying I made it

he's shooting far
Solar system around my neck, you know the pendant like a star
Four cars deep in Vegas, how I feel like Derek Carr
Cuddy beefing with

Debt Free

No license so it's drive-bys on 4wheelers
Idolized the neighborhood drug dealers
Thanking God he ain't let the devil come getcha
Look me