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sum pounds
Break that shit down
Then go cop me some property
I'm outta town
Making my rounds
This shit ain't hard for me
I want the crown
And I want it

Who want it
It feel like no one can stop me now
I'm the underdog that they was talking about
Got a lot to say that I've been silent about
Had to let

All I got 
Is these money making aspirations 
No time for waiting 
I done ran out of patience
It's time for making 
Some moves 
Because times wasting

I got it
Yeah
I'm just checking in late
Where I'm from shits an unfamiliar place
Out of town, in and out of my state
Got the brown doin' whole lot

York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by

trip my step
She knows it ain't disrespect
When i say that i can't
Wait to get undressed
I wanna sniff your breath i
Wanna grip your breasts
(she likes)

tryna shake her ass like an earthquake
Knocked it out the park the first night it was on third base
Only move for quarters, and up, don't hit me up,about

with me
It's pretty obvious I wanna make you mine
Hanging round till the club's closing time,
Hanging round like a shit that won't flush,
Come on babe

Painting by Numbers

Marathon

Marathon

start shoving 'round like bullies on a playground 
We shake our pockets for more change Lets start a war 

'Cause I'm a sucker for a good fight Lets

the flower tossing
I just wanna cross the top of heavens gates, just for heavens sake
Demonstrate by savin grace
I know the angels round me levitate
But I just

coming from a place of self hate
Hate that they always hungry and can’t fill they plate
Hate them self for being stagnant not making it shake
Hate them

fans
Stamped
I can tell if its real or fake
By the shake of a hand
The slight of a glance
The look of a smile
The vibe of man
The status of friends
Ugh

sloth's got style, it's all about grace
With a chin so massive, it's a work of art
We can't help but admire, right from the start
We gather 'round, payin'

written by ghosts
I'll make them shake they ass like a pole
All about my bread like that boy named doe
That's a rental I own this hoe
Looking for the bread

Officer Down

Lloyd Banks

Money Moves the World

2009

and pleading
He be talkin' bout the weight he push
Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got whatchu want for sale
See it, I

tho it's a lie 
How was I supposed to get by, feeling hopeless till I...
Really opened my eyes, and realized that the problem was I 
Social anxiety, is

ain't no cap about me, nigga
Go ask the hood about me nigga
I grew up round, junkies, dope boys and robbers
And niggas who really be steppin
900 the Klan,

working on my mixtape
All black puffer and it's grizzly grip
I barely slip, I'm fully equipped
You skip, merely merely in your house by the cherry tree,

(Just show me where the weight, girl, and maybe I can get it)
(I ain't trippin' bout' none of that shit, I know you twisted)
(Coming out the cut

dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah

Hello, it's me again
Tell a friend to tell a friend
Got

run like Puig or Turner at bat
Said she wants a brew, so went to Eighty-Two
10 Rounds of Galaga, 2 that I lose
Cash only grub at the bomb taco truck

friend-zone
Ten Plantain
(Wooh)
That's how I roll
Coleslaw by the side
Get me a bowl (gutter side)
'Cause I'ma eat it, when I'm done
I'ma beat it
I'ma beat that

on da Dick
Do a split on da Dick
I ain't worried bout ya Nigga
Im Ya man now
Bitch it's GasBagBenny
I aint cuffin Hoes
I got the mafuckin Gas
By

lil' bitch
'cause she stole from me
(Whooped that lil' bitch 'cause)
Keep that pussy real wet like
It's 'posed to be (Pussy real wet like)
Thirty rounds