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not sick in the head
Can't concentrate on living to busy thinking about the dead
All of my homies is gone shot down in the streets
Let me be the chosen

the duffel
So hope
The Universe
Love you
Or Imma
Take a
Couple chips out
And I ain't interested
In anybody
Fake beef
Unless they
Find a way
To monetise

trains
Distribute guns and cocaine
And folks on track to own their homes
Got hit wit eminent domain
Imagine you get a knock on yo do-mane
They courtin you

keep a Big Dick incase a Nigga get to Tripping, But I ain’t talking genitals bitch I’m talking weapons, Thinking I’m a miss you gone need a Blessing, If

psyched up
Talking about you too good to be true
Had me wondering who’s been loving you
If you play me once, then it’s shame on you
But if you flame me

bad, I'm knocking down your door, mane
Shit, our scene might leave you terrified
That's why my 9-millimeter stay by my bedside
Got partners locked up

Test test, yo, it's bini
To you I send a very Happy Holidays! Homie it's bini
Call me Matthew if on a regular basis you see me
In the MOV I spread

You're broke as fuck, and ain't owning nothing
My neck golden boy, like I'm the chose one
I dropped a few but I, made that back
Fuck these rappers all they

so I was in the gym shooting
Free throws thinking about this girl that I was losing
A tree grows, only when the flowers around it blooming
And she

What I'm about to say is not easy to see
It's my truth
The whole time I thought I was saving you
But turns out I just was hurting you
I wanna sit

'em 

I ride the town I don't give fuck I gun them down 
Yes boy its that gutta down rollin with duce son and them 
I be clown 
You can give me yo all

Yea
If you not talking bout money don't speak
I want the power Tariq
Talking bout shit you can't teach
I'm having product Big Meech
My heart be

to Afghans
Ain't that backwards, we need a real life Batman
I told her I can't help you, matter fact I can't breathe
I get claustrophobic and you don't leave

score, I'mma let a bitch know, ay
Ay, bitch, I am gold, you is cardboard
Lemme tell you why I ain't even on their top four
I don't really give a fuck

You can't get by, but you can't get bye bye
The way we let this shit fly
The Empire

Got Bosses in it... huh
Santana Leutinent 
And I'm going off in

you might want to shake bro I got my thang on me
Go hard or go home he's a ruthless nigga
I think I'm about to head home before he shoots this nigga

make all
Demons calm down a bit if you’re normal
Then you know you’re already ignored by me
The Happening
I’m getting what I want I never bragged it

(Blow by)
And its quick yea bitch right before yo eyes (Yea, yea)
But I don't really flex (Nah)
See bitch I am humble and I don't have no time (Tick,

With the homies like they secret service these b****** crazy
Cause they nervous intentions
Thinking n***** are about that f***** but the truth is you

(Yo)

I've seen my life go to hell, might as well lay me in dirt
When there was days when you fell, who the fuck was there for you first?
I go to sleep

never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
I wonder when it's yo time to go, who gon protect you
See someone died in my

gone choose me
Club going up all on a Tuesday
When we in a section you know it's a movie
Friday nights you know we go live
Surrounded by women might have

Cause I'm about to change my name from Benzino to Mad Cash
You know what I'm starin
I told my rims to stop spinnin,
they ain't listen cause they hard

up on the block chatting shit
'Cah its just another day on the strip
There's other places I'd rather be but I gotta flip
Yo it's just another day