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at the balcony with the sunset view where the hustlers blom
Cant reach success with jst melodies
Tellin me , fuck your vitues they only judge u by ur melanin
They

leave her wasted
And she say that she love me I did what it take
Why these niggas be sour like lemonade
Look I really don't need no friends
I told you

I woke knowing that my end is getting near
I hope that I'm on my own when I see your fear
But I cant never ever leave you alone
I don't know how

richer
Another man and his son is living at the mercy of a trigger
Ain't been behind the trenches
But just warming the benches
Money you got is yours
It

goals are so lofty
Sometimes it makes me nervous, so much on my plate
Look like I hardly ate, standing up so straight
Look like my back don't ache, grind

at and made about a hundred grand?
Let me tell you something y'all don't really want it man
I adapt to anything like I'm Juwanna Man
I can hop on any beat

the difference in the cloth is made
Who are you
What i say
It dont matter any day
Come and get yourself a plate
I can feel it in my bones
I was meant to be a great

it’s their loss 
I've been nothin’ but real 
We all got some sort of depression 
I promise you ain’t fuckin’ special
And don’t take my kindness for

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
You got money
For you to come out, it's best
I pack a gat the size of a rat in south west
When I get low
I get dough
So it's

Ay, the best duo out of south Florida let me be the one to say it off rip since u niggas don't want to hear humble talk Ima talk my talk FULLY  I've

Lovett:
I’ll get rid of this lot
As they’re still pretty hot		Todd:
And then I’ll be there!		        It’s about to be opened
					        Or don’t you care?

all tell me that I need help, I don't listen, cause the weed sells
Paying bills shit I don't eat, hoping music works, I don't sleep
I need these shows

to pay the price
But you owe me now
I'm never selling out, even if it breaks the bank
I would love to share the pot
I don't want this whole thing
It's like

hits you
Get dunked on, I'm like sans, I don't miss you
Talent so good and you steal my flow
David Letterman kid, this is my show
Hear that kick, it goes

down there tell me
They say give yourself a chance, son
Don't let life pass you by
(Woo, woo, woo-oo)
But the world, around you, is a rat race
Where only

With conviction
Cheap imitation
Is it fashion or disease?
Post-ironic
Remains a mouth to feed

Sell the rights
To your blight
And you'll eat

See

you that'll never change
But its at the point where I don't know if you reciprocate
Don't trip Don't trip imma fix it one day
I'm tryna figure this out

What constitutes a ghetto? Huh?
Is it growing your own lettuces in the potholes on the road
Do the locals have to eat them all if they don't sell

decisions that you gotta make when you don't have it
Fuck a job we rather make some flips like it's Gymnastics
Never did track but I turned into a Runner

getting head inside a Tesla bad bitch, slim, thick, her ass fat, I call her precious
By the flick of the wrist, you can tell I'm extra diamond, bezel musta

runnin' with six of my bros
Shawty gonn act hood, heard a lil' cat, good
Now she gon' be my ho, you say it would
Critter you really should I'm stayin ten

Day old asshole flow, I drop new shit
Exclusive, you don't want it in fact
I'll have the doctors operating on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your

critiques
Don't nobody give a fuck what u Think
Cuz Ima do me
So let me be me
Let me be free
I'm bout my checks
I guarantee ya
I'm who up next
Comin for

me be, always lookin’ for some beef, I just like the taste lemme eat, you don’t want these teeth,

I’m the greatest, I’m the chief, keep it a 100 keep