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was disrespectful made some niggas die young
Had no father figure to show her lady like charm
Conceived from married man had her disgusted wit her moms

was disrespectful made some niggas die young
Had no father figure to show her lady like charm
Conceived from married man had her disgusted wit her moms

Reading the early morning paper
A young lady, got killed
Trying to protect, her family
What a tragedy 
We've all been told, death is the enemy
It's

Yea you my honey baby, and my wife to be
I ain't never been this happy, I think God picked you for me 
Girl you gone get me in trouble, always up we

mind, so I go be bess when I old
Like Rowley wife
Trini rappers live that Murray life
You're acting like hoes, you love the vice
Surrounded by allyuh? I

fair ground is improbable even for promising teens
Others motivated solely by Tru religion jeans
So obscene

Mental battles from swishers and cigarettes

Hey yo man, we got Juug motherfuckin' man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo

yea mouth closed dumby
I'm not that old, but got old money
That's why the niggas wanna be me
And the hoes love me
They got gallons of that shit
That

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Only time I see the view is right by the sink (no kizzy)
Only time I see the view is right by the sink (yeah)

Only time I see

gone by the night
Only part I like is bad bitches, money and the flights
I'm addicted to promethazine, codeine and sprite
I ain't tripping off no hoes,

right?
They bite
They never right
That's not polite

[Young Zee]
I got great skills
And if my record sells eight mil'
I'ma still smoke weed, get dusted
Get

no wife
City where I’m from everybody tote pipes
Exactly why I gotta keep my loved ones tight
Focused on money bitch we all on a mission
Fuck looking

on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not

the truth brother?
Oh I don't know, I just think you might be trying to make me feel better
I mean you have a wife, kids, money, friends
What do I have,

Word is bond,
M.R.T., a.k.a. Mr. Tarzan The Jungle Man
Bismillah

Check it, I ain't about that life
I once was, but honour is a true man's wife

before the Feds got him 
I'm a gang leader, in a white wife beater 
Tattered black flagged up In a two seater 
Bitches notice me by the scar, know its me

A dome shot put a end to the story
Left lanzo stretched on the floor he swore he ended it gorey
Made every arrangement need to be gone by the morning

is wit it by the lingo I be kickin
I'm bringing the auto mackin' back into rap
I'mma be the biggest, no opinions
Immerse facts been doin' this since

(yeah)
You talkin' to a young rich nigga, you done lucked up (huh?)
That BBL ain't cheap, you better get a tummy tuck, bruh (on gang)
She like my swag

can't take me for doofus no
I can't trapped by a groupie hoe
Go missing like Maddie or Lucy
Talking bout missing your money's gone too
Please don't try

the baddest bitch
Sending texts like where my pipe at
Know some niggas that would wife that
Cool
But I ain't tryna wife jack
Cause I ain't finna get jacked
For

get a Benz
Money's not everything, who needs shiny things
I only see it as a means to an end
But let's not pretend, the money is great
It don't buy

on my side
So ima keep it flowing
Mama got sick when I was real Young
So I had to grow up
Faster then some
It taught me that life
Would never be easy

can’t be comparing me 
It’s all about that money, nah it’s all about the  love 
You out saying R.I.P but they hate you up above 
You can buy the girl, buy