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Everything Gucci
Bitch I'm the shit
I'm not a crip, but like blue Benjamins
So she throw that ass like a pitch
Ima
Hit it hit it swear i wont miss
On god I

Yeah  yeah uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh ooh, Lotto cain
I grew up with role models Turned five cents to four dollars
Swing my door like Gucci J's done Damn near

in it for a bankroll, he ain't even write that "Jesus Walks" record, ask J. Cole
Gucci did some racist shit, we wasn't feelin' it
Stopped rockin' it

talk to me while I write
I'm faded as hell, nigga (Yeo bro, please pass the Backwoods, mane)
Damn

Look, can't write ignorance, I write truth
No studio

not my fault
You try to say that it's my fault that we didn't even work
Like J.Cole said "yea we gotta good thing girl, but I don't know if i'm going

Winslows
Life passing by car windows
I'm not leaving life ends low

a cheap seat
2k with no meter by the hands or feet
I won’t stop taking shots until I see green
And I’m all in because of me
And I’m charging because of me
I

their set, i rep my wealth
They know I'm nice when on the mic, I'm all about myself
But still pray my crew next, like the Gucci you flex
Hope we all see

bitches surrounded by fetty
Step out the roof boy it's about to get messy
Lace up your shoes cause I'm about to get ready
Flame in the air for the mama who

especially if she got a fat ass in some Gucci slips
I look around my city, all I see is fucking pain
niggas doing drive by's and they don't even gotta aim

James
Cannot escape the pain 
Like  naz, ye, and J
I got to keep the flame
Listening to  Rihanna 
Takes my breath away 
I got a glimpse of tomorrow
And u

on the map
And if you finna call me Dami best not forget bout the cash
And you know I keep a lot
You can tell by my stats
Why you mad I'm spittin' fax?
You

My history bruised by 400 years of slavery
Every day the tragedy resounds in the depths of my memory
Trough over the years I’ve learnt to speak

wealth
Thinking how to cop the chain with the Gucci Louis belts
Thinking how to cop the J's with the designer silk
Thinking how to hide the pain cause we

the stupidest things
B for my bruddas that would stick by me
C what I seen and you would envy me
D for my gyaldem, D&G
E for the eye on the bag
Fendi
Gucci
High

Gotta get my hands dirty, pull that mask out
Get caught by King Von, boy, you assed out
See, I'm tweakin' again
Lost Jarrod, I can't see him again
Now

Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season of catching the vapors
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Is tell you how this

Big Chain

N.O.R.E.

5E

2018

Gucci link looking like a CD on it
Ask my nigga Pharrell
Pull the cool J's out, and pass you niggas the L's, huh

It's just one of them days you

Yeah
Still tippin' on these hoes, on 44s, I feel like Mike Jones
I feel like Paul Wall, bitch
Bitch I'm tippin'
I ain't got no opps cause if I did,

so hard I'm like Moses in the bush

 Ak-42
1982
I don't play with you
The Gucci on my shoe
The nicky on my back
The supreme by my side
Ice on my wrist

out there is about to say
I'm out
This is J.P. Banks

Man, these niggas just be talking, man
They don't be really doing the shit they talking about,

boy i'm on my way
(You know I made it) did it by myself
Mafucker don't need No Favours
When you grinding like this
Motherfuckers they supposed to hate

Vapors

Biz Markie

Marley Marl's House of Hits

1995

Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season of catching the vapors
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Is tell you how this

ain’t gone do shit
No, not a thing
Cause when we pop
He get drop like some lean
Got hella racks in my jeans
Ima’ get go it by any means
I’m get money gang