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An OG plus and fuck em all get their money
Fourth quarter I'm off street corners the budget pay for all costs
Cash no car, nobody is starving
When I

up a bit
Some niggas hate me it's a fact I gotta live with it
I took some L's down on my dick I had to get back it
I dodged them bullets in the flo no

know you get the point
Know exactly what I'm thinking
I just want you to come back

Said baby come back
I won't do you wrong again
I'll do all the things

nah, nah, nah, I can't mess with bro
These niggas always on my dick, tell him get him gone
I like to be by myself, cause I'm left alone
What's that V

It always comes down to time, baby
Marvel, you a deadbeat
DJ Flare, make the money flare
If you don't know me by now, I'm with the gang and you know

I done seen me a whole lotta shit
Mane the hood look crazy
Trap jumping on da daily
Nigga fuck you pay me
Gotta feed these babies
Give or i'll take

Shawty say she down to ride, baby where we going?
Girl you know I been rolling, smoking reefa got me open
So sexy by my side, driving wild it’s hard

worth a ticket this the road to a million
This the road to a million
Road to a million
Mama look yo baby did it
Ima grind til' we get it, guarantee we

down and pray
He notice me

I DI4P
Do it for Paul
And now my baby see

Why they take my nigga
Whats the cause
And you fuck over me

I know we got

The mayans warned us of the day I'm arriving
I go Sean de Paul, baby girl dutty wining
Cause she know bout sliding down the pole like she a fireman
I'm

way
baby don't hesitate
You can come on over
Let's get face to face
Imma give u a taste of what you been waiting for
Till the night is over
Ohhh-ohhh
I

killing me
But I should listen to Paul and Let It Be
One day I'm gonna win the lottery
To get myself out of this fucking poverty
I'm dreaming of a life

know
I met you down in Houston
Shoot my shot like Chris Paul and we gone
You didn’t know nothing 'bout this life
But I’m putting you on
Baby, always

Monte Carlos
Homie, I got a few of those
Pie track, tire scratch, you smell the smoke
Smell like love to me though
Down south flow, I get love

lagging out
I can turn the stove off
Either way boy they know I'm hot
I'm getting bread you not
I'm tryna make me a loaf
money is power
So I gotta get it by

did me bad, baby, you the reason why
I can't trust a single soul or I can never get it right
Yeah, in my thoughts, now I'm feeling lost
I know we gotta

seeds as in Allah
My Haitian boy teeth way Malakiah
Pussy was my alibi
Even though, I was in the cut makin' music
Ay, booty baby'll get ya paid
I can get

Cryptozoic skin walker Texas ranger
Spirit flowin through you when you bump this banger 
Passion of the anti Christ, baby boomer slayer

Get low like my self

brought a blade
I was a young nigga tryna get high and get money, I ain't care nun bout no grades
Dolce & Gabanna, these designer baby, ain't no regular

man up

Meet Christ the Crusher, there ain't no stoppin' the king
Baby Paul, right now I'm on top of my game
I wreck cassette decks, blow spots like

it’s the Armageddon
Better get ready dark roads ahead
Rip the medicine plenty rollin’ heavy
Boutta kill you! They ain’t gon miss you!

Did you try

Tonight I wanna hit the strip club
Go throw bands 
Ima twist some up 
Get focused 
In the vip seen something
Im stroking 
And her ass so fat
Ima

My family ain't hurting for nothing....
Patna I do not need shit

Pop bottles, fuck models get lit
When it come to ballin I go hard as Paul Pierce
Hey,

Trying to get these pesos
ASAP
Lay tracks
Like the girls at the salons
Brawling, Star fox taunt 
Come on
Saturdays liver than Jimmy Fallon 
With alcohol by