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to keep on wishing
By now they should all know
Ain't the end a new beginning
Even at my lowest low
Take your spot I'll catch you slipping
See a beat I gotta

Fuck with gang, catch bullets to yo chest
Tribe won't save you, got nothing to protect
Fuck with gang, get done in like the rest
Tribe won't save

the motherfucking man
Daygo Land won't catch me by the crib
Spend my days getting doe spent my nights blowing piff
Imma ghetto man tryna get it how I live
Don't know

to the bank 
Smokin on stank and I'm sippin on drank
Stabbed in the back I been shanked by them snakes 
You won't catch me laggin this shit ain't a game

white-T
I can pack my numbers up or I can leave it in the bars 
Then they'll try and catch up, they couldn't make it past the start

I've been through hell

Bitch its Cash, uh
Nigga matter of fact
I got a gat it'll blow you back
Don't let me catch you in this cul-de-sac   
Yoppa' gone fire out

If it's bout money I'm wit dat
Got my weight up no six pack
Shorty I'm counting big racks
I'm up early for the get back
Serving my ps at da kickback

a couple of mills
No love lost, lot of people played they hand wrong
The only squares you catch around me made by Louis Vuitton
Backwood a body builder, one

hearts part
We'll wait till midnight cause' we know that's when our day starts

Share drinks together and smoke cigarettes by the sand
We'll buy another

Vibes
We just trynna catch da vibe
Smokin in our rides
Smokin in our rides
We just out here 
All my niggas in they ridees
They just trynna catch

My lil nigga about it
He sliding
He tryna go catch him a body
Uh
Claim u be wit
You lacking You hiding You Neva outside boy, I heard that u nervous

Aye twin, aye twin let me put it on ya
She a runner had to put her in Balenciagas
You tryna eat? We can catch a plate at Bennyhanas
She a real one

might tap in
Sixty-Four bit monitor might cash in
Takin dubs by myself so I'm top ten
Mario Luigi hit that striker with a pack
And I dodge another barrel

make sure you got your strap
Yeah you better grab your strap cuz you know it's time to ride
First time you catch a body it'll leave you traumatized

Wont catch me slipping
They can't kill me
I can tell you what it ain't though
Ain't stopping me from this guap
I'm getting paid
Let me tell you what

You gotta work
WORK
Work work
Don't nothing come easy out here
You see me, I'll bleed and I'll sweat
But you won't catch me crying 'bout it nah
Nah

race the coupe catch me in it I might make the news
Breaking news
Make it boom it's gon' shake the room
I break the rules fuck the laws and what they

the big cash life
So he got his pack by

Hitting a lick
And he's always had a bad bitch
Till he had this bad bitch who was crazy like harassment

Made him

The only thing better than a bag, is two bags
Just gotta new pack, it's looking like some fruit snacks
Businessman, but I ain't got naan not a suit

Gonna pack my stuff
For my getaway
I don't care what they say
I'm gonna be free tonight

The city is calling me
Music is waiting
I need to go
Before

100k

100k

Yeah she on her way back home

Baby yeah she boarded the plane
Yeah she on her way back home
Told her catch a chill
Get the weed

I gotta go
Can't stay here
Fuck it
Catch me on this paper trail
Running cuz I want it fast
Tell 'em not to send the mail
Hand it cuz I want it cash

runnin' up If I catch my favorite opp, them ima fuck her

up B-I-G, big motion, get your money up
We stay fuckin' up the pape, but we gon' run it up
I can't

Do You See

Diddy

Middle Finger U

1999

(Chorus)

[PD]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it