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Who gets your love when I ain't 'round
Who gon' pick me up when a nigga feeling down
I said lets take a ride and you told me you was down
It's boutta

looking like bad guy
You pull up on me get back back
Before you get on my bad side
I got preroll in my knapsack
Just in case I'm tryna get mad high
All

just rhymed rusted with trust it with rusted
And i did it again i don't know i just must've
This song is lazy by now you're accustomed
I know im creative

both knees deep chasing the hustle and its sweet
Steady increasing the numbers by any means
Switching product for the money making all my ends meet

One More Chance

Zebra

Extended Versions

last
night, mmm, you actin' like you can't call me no more cause you busy and all 
that, but you tryina tell me it wasn't good?

That shit is real

my speech
With vibrant words that carry me like tornados carry leaves
No one is hearing me through all this whirling air I breathe
I need to realize my

picture
Lil cuz told me to drop a mixtape I dwelled on it and propounded
Dropped a verse off on a couple folk now everybody look astounded
They watching me

gums, bubble blowing 
Hated my clothing and called it boring 
Talking cheaper than Ralph Lauren 
Look at all the hate they’re showing 
I don’t think it

Bluto and anyone of you all
Don't give me a minute and get these niggas finished with these bars 
Like I'm handing them off in a candy sell coz I do well

I just hope u bring out the best in me 
Time Is all I ask u to invest in me 
I can do some bad on my own 
Have the world on my palm 
I just want u

for my pay though

Racks by tons from the Bullion Van
Deals hong kong cannot miss this one
Bitch said cannot miss this guy
That look when looked in her

get murdered in the first with intent, by the second verse,
I'm the s**t  till they wipe me out
Nobody likes me now, except at Nike town, my psyche

I'll Be Damned

Buckshot

The BDI Thug [Expanded]

1999

low's jack benz wit the bubble eyes in every hallway
In every pj, all night, all day, they bumpin bj
Now when they play me in the clubs, girls rush the dj

to the money
Shit got me all in my feelings
I’m tryna run up the bands
Won’t stop ‘til I’m making a killing
Tryna make love to the money
This shit really all

done layed down all them roses now they lay in the dead
How the fuck you go out cheating then go lay in his bed huh
When the choppa get to speading yeah

girlfriend all of that was dead
But the music suffered, I partied instead
Would of done it different, but have no regrets
Only look ahead
Every story adds

With her twin peaks (Wooo, oh she bad ain't she?)
Shorty hot like Phoenix
And I mean it
Look like Halle Berry
Gotta see it to believe it
Had me

of travel that I look forward to is the plane ride
Give me space and no service, no service

I won't go to service for mom, won't go to service for dad

in her tummy
I'm thinking how back in the day it was crummy
And now look at me, I got hoes by the dozen
I'm fucking around turning nothing to something

Everybody take your seats and get ready
Whoopings being handed out one by one
You in the back first
Next time y'all act up, it's no mercy and I mean

to the grind
During all my free time I wrote rhyme after rhyme
The sound of success was appealing to me
So I started taking music more seriously
Everything was

look like a tool
But as long as I show that I'm really talented
Then they'll see the reason behind me being passionate
Then they'll start to understand

the best of it
I'm sorry, but I really have to go
Leave now or have another episode
You care more than anyone I've met before
It's dawning on me that you're

oh wait
That's cum from all the
Executive dick you sucking
And now you whining and you crying 'cause
They cut you off the grapevine
I run the game