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it low
Rubbers bands Being thrown
Flooded out cash flow
Pull up to the scene in a black ski mask
Whats there to ask if the tag labeled Raf
Rubber band

to my safe and put 15 for later, gon' double
Had put a few things to the side while I take me some time
To realize a few dozen these problems behind me

Long Island legend, new Billy Joel
Here we go
I just chill and sip Patron
Cuz Henny get me throwed
Was born ready just let me know
Gotta let me flow

Dancehall

Bloody hell, is who giving them hell from a cell?
Go do di maths him neva tell you fi go spell
Me see weh dem ah gang up and ah try, but nuh

it keeps me busy
And Izzy knows nothing 'bout the bando what a pity
Shotters supplying her with white and pills
So I take off with their Z like Meek

chain, gon' do some shit that get me life

Yeah, quiet lowkey, get a lot of money, that's my type
Yeah, Crystal back the P's up, she elegant and boujee

Yeah
It's been a long time coming I know
Spent a long time running I know
Yeah
Bout to hit the Money Mart and ask for a loan, motherfucker
Yeah

raising the bar 
When I say imma do it they hating of course 
Give me my respect Imma take it by force 
I want to be the best I ain't taking a loss 
Had

couch
Niggas they really be hiding
All that cap talking bout they sliding
Nigga be down but i know that he riding
Too much to count so i start diving

Bout to lose control 
ct the top 
But I still ain't reach the pentacle
See my mind is a mine
cnd it's full of gold
Make you feel it in your soul
Like

Wha' What Wha' What

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

triples please circle the violence 

Let me abolish this sh... like Nat Turner 
Drop by Tom Warner, peace to my crooked cop killers 
with the six

hella different
Used to locks now I got the key, plus money flowin over everything 
Prosperity and I can't believe, pain and strugglin it can't be me
You

the pawn
Our fruit of labour is surrounded by them dangerous thorns
That's why there is pain in reward
Bread break and we pour
The blood of Christ
Make Dua

talking about oh this person's the enemy
It's all your fault oh this person did me wrong
Awh I'm trapped by this by that
No you're trapped by you
You are

proclaimed prophecy
No other rapper
Shall ever be as hot as me
Flow more historic than Homer's Odyssey
Windows tinted like
(Wayne) Brady
Roof of the car
Look

Yeah, I'm chillin' with my brodies bitch we Casamigo'd up
I been patient with this shit, but now it's time for me to go up
Bitch, you ugly

You're the one losing now you're just a dummy
I was just lost trying to find a little money
But I'm so heartless you made me a mummy
Trying to stay quiet

deep
Just like my bass clef
Tatted on my arm
Thats my own reminder
She likes you all
But
Im the the main one behind her
She likes the money
But

exactly how you look with colors without being covered
By the primary me and my brothers
Roll up the pain cause we steadily suffer
Wonder if people do think

the game 
Run me my money For you catch a fade 
I don't ask for permission I stay in my place
Bitch Never a lame 
I'm clways ahead of the game 
I ride

with the cornrow braids
Since you all about the chips
And you wanna get paid
Never worried 'bout all the money that I made
’Cause she made her own

knitting, lean, witty
Best listening guest visiting never left a deft jest bereft Christening
Depressed lest molested by own aggressed visioning
Questing with

I'm on a bye
Another flight swear by now I should've touched the sky
Switched the wardrobe on em I guess I'm gettin' fly
You know I never really cared

disrespect
Lotta bad bitches wanna give me sex
Gang on my neck, gold chain wit da crest
She gon' buss it down on a boy then I dip
You a lil' bitch crying 'bout