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No matter what lane you in
We came to win, you came to play shit
I want the top spot
For that, ack, I'm on your ass like everyday
Disappear like Hoffa

Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting
In radios, parks, clothes emporiums
House speakers and school auditorium
You can tell by the new def Fila's

drive myself
Rather fly myself, most time
Rather be all by myself a party of one
And I'll keep going for as
Long as the arteries pump

Don't start no junk

and night falls
Forgive me, mama, but my pride's off
I done died up in the
Stone cold cellar by myself 'Cause, see
The old me done died up in
The midst

ain't
Trust because I ain't lie

Been running out packs and weaken the
Mail balling like no no
Bro shoutout back of the, like damn
I was like oh woah
I

Understanding me frankly my time
Has been tied up with prior engagements
Thats promoting me to live
In the free state of mind
Even feel i fell back on my

to the top let me steer
It's gettin' near, it's gettin' near
It's in the clear, it's in the clear
There's a big bad bag by my
Feet so I ran it up
Make a little

might as well go kill a couple of niggas, mane, you know
Go, go in they hood and do a drive-by 
Then come back in the hood and laugh about the stuff

niggas
Hands down
Break bread, break Dutch's and we break necks
6 niggas, 1 bitch with no latex
Gray Beamer, no top when it's 20 degrees
Lo shorts, sour

go on licks with me
By myself, go and zip me a nigga
Hеll naw, niggas can't step with me
No shootin' back, nigga, we shoot first
No dеfense, nigga, all

Booty, while I finish mine, Simon thumbin' through the
Sushi, by myself on my own island 'till it is time to
Leave, then I'm back up in here wildin',

(Right) , if it's not I (I)
You a top girl, that's the bottom line
Drop your pen, I'ma stop by
Throwin' gang signs at the stoplight

I'm the man, right? We

Can you leave your TV sets
To see what comes next?
I'm waiting by
Tell me about it!
More news at five
Check back again to see if I'm dead or alive
What

Real source, catch me plugged in by your light switch
Rollie on my left, bust Patek on my right wrist
I'm the type to go and get it, you will watch

villains and they affiliates
And we in this bitch uhh
Peach, Ciroc by the bottle boy
And I'm in the club with a
Model that you cannot avoid
You see that

only seventeen
Went downtown to make the scene
Took the 7 train all the way from Flushing
White high tops, heart was rushing
Went to the bowery number

nigga, straight on the fourth
Off an eight, got a nigga late to the awards
The trunk in the front, the motor in the back
To everybody who doubted me,

wild through the streetlight
Like we could fly when the time's right
Before you know it, it'll pass by
I'd give anything for a minute back
Then it was

the exec
Shareholders meeting
Can't vote by proxy you gotta be present
I wanna talk stock prices and mergers
Bang, bang, bang - on the b-side

Look no hands

model It ain't all about the money, hey it came by me love I turn that hand to tie back when I'm working too much I'll convince what your girl said I love

the bait
Know the ass real, you can tell by the waist
Headed to the wealth, I ain't even gotta chase
Headed where I'm headed, I ain't even gotta fake

goals near
Still find time when tequila and some hoes near
Never learned expression, I've been fightin' back some strong tears
Think I'm irresponsible,

a tommy gun, im the back of my car
Unloadin' ammo, doin' demo like I'm havin' withdrawals

Call me Lucky Luciano, Frank Costello the Don
You can try to be

Well, he feels like an elephant
Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it
He knows that you're dreamin' about being loved by him
Too bad your