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I'm living large 
Made my prayers 
This is gods works 
I don't make the calls 
I just lay it down and i give my all
Yah I gave my all 
Seen some things

kiss her, ain't no mistletoe

She ate dick like a casserole, I'm bound to blow like a C4
And I put that on my soul
I keep it 100, niggas be fifty these

wanna compete
Niggas come half ass they don't come 
Complete 

I do Quality first 
I don't work for free  
All my migos roll blunts by the threes 
Green

song to 50's Power show
Yo it's comical the way I gobble foes
In this labyrinth of obstacles
Trying to troll me with mind games
Won't work cause I know

Don't know if you've been told,
Nobody is by your side
Stayin' down for the ride
You see that they'd rather die than be with you (Aww)
This is what

supply the people
Yeah, yeah

She hit my blunt and she went to Uranus
Her body a work of art, just like a painting
A nigga try me, then it gon' be

it was ninety nine cents
Setting off car alarms while eating Lucky Charms
And I'm fucking all the fat cows like the only bull on the farm
Chicken head

break to it
I got 36 ways I can get paid i got dog food
I got mid grade i got rich with 50
And I'm still in this
Riding round right now with a life

as a muthafucka
Shit, what you got in mind
Word on the street is them south block niggaz got that work
For Real
My homeboys done peep the scene and confirmed

a distribution deal
You ain't do it on yo own my nigga
Let's be for real
My pops helped me out but I started by myself
I put over 50k before I ever got some help
I

work[01:03.58]When it's time to work you gon see the real niggas[01:06.47]Have been grinding since day one Tryna make my moma proud I ain't sleeping I ain't taking

on bottles
Works harder than I do
Doing it better than I do, with the bottles
Breaking bottles with my crew
Some said, I'm a curse with the bottle
Coz I spend

been a hustler, I poly' off that
Y'all don't wanna go to work with the boy
It's only two words that describe
Me: search and destroy
I don't think you

Loose It

Rich the Kid

Rich Forever 3

2017

hard on the block
Made 50K, put it right in my Reebok
I'm in the Maybach cruisin'
I'm ballin' hard, you losin'
I do not beef on computers
Extra

time this quick like a drive by
Wrap it up, call it zip-tie, then shut it down, like my Wifi
My boy dropped on his verse, so my shit stay purified
I

brought a friend but I need atleast 3 
pull off witcha hoe in a plain white tee 
bitch I ride solo what the fuck you mean we 
it's only bout me 

(verse 1)

to the advice
I play nice
I heard a psychiatrist once say patients are valuably made to fear
It keeps them in line
It keeps them by our paycheck side
As long

favorite cause you gotta pack it I'm cleansing my demons by burning this weed
Lost in the sauce had to ex out the frauds 
Nothing was paved had to build all

Leave like the leaves
When the trees die
Except it's the opposite of spring
Cause when I breeze by
Chunkin peace sign
You'll see why

Imonaleav
And you

I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your

jump with 3 in a 4 by 4 when I roll with the hand ting bang it
Me and my shqipes are active savage straight on beef on landings
The scene is scared

know I will
Bet that 9 tryna blow like a bitch
Hit him 9 times he is not 50 cent
Chasing that paper in any event

And I'm stuffing that bag with M after

my dances on vacation 
Add my two cents on a new verse more than two words that I'm saying 
I spit fire only cause I work til I'm tired 
You're a liar

me soft, some called me wack
I gotta admit it y'all I felt bad
(Who'd ya call) so as usual I called my Dad
He's sort of a fifty-one year old Casanova