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I'm grinding
Do what i say like I'm Simon
Reminded em that I'm declining the money to say what i want like a tyrant
Delivering raps on consignment,

Your Style

Troy Ave

New York City

2013

to get mine
Spit about it in rhymes now the hustle combined
Pop I'm killin' these bitches I done stayed on my grind
Motivated by money and puttin' on time

Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank

then you're seeing them signs

Money is the objective
For me and my collective
How's man broke bummy and on his knees and not stressing out I don't get

nigga you sound like a bitch
I stay on feet 40 hr a week, I barely get sleep, some think i am sick
You follow after what another grown man doin', how bout

My brother's getting locked up
Sister's getting mopped up
So much pressure on me
Get the green chopped up
Radio Won't give me airtime
Think I need

it
This is really who I am
Man this is not a gimmick
I ain't better than no one
Hope you not offended
Lotion scented by money
It's an incentive
I did

Sean Carter
Getting this money you got to think smarter not harder
Find the right partner whether it's romantic or business
In this game of life it's

bitch
I make the workin' man high art
Some 'round me was in silence
So I broke down my circle like a pie chart
They only tough on radio, yeah, that's

Slii
Smoked Turkey Tail In the pot
Can smell it out the door
Aces being smacked on the table
While jokers take the show
Wise man tell fishing stories

motherfuckin' meat Woah, I just grabbed that bitch
By her head Ayy, then I fucked that bitch in her face

Ayy, I don't give a fuck I ain't catchin' no case
Ayy,

Being bigger than large; Smoking Loosies from Cuban Cigars
By the time he come home there might be humans on Mars
Too many crash dummies let fast money

Yo, you listenin' to Ryda Radio, bitch!
Tune this in! Fuck y'all!
Fuck y'all bitches! Rydas!

I'm resurrected by the faith of my streets
And I delete

attitude, don't care
Don't hear, I'm ahead by so many years since family
Crying out so many tears, no way I'm gonna be broke here
Got money for the next year,

to disagree
Six songbooks written
By the time I was fifteen
Born in the middle class
Success never guaranteed
I used to wonder why
The older folks never made it

Seven

Shabaam Sahdeeq

The Underground Railroad

2000

facelift
By my name of hieroglyphics you could say I'm prolific
I left something for lost ones who missed the space ship
All aboard these concepts beyond

to the head
My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga that they talk about

Viral, money, fame gonna take you out debt 
Promise we'll give you everything, sign on this line
Don't even have to read the whole thing you will be fine

My brother chose
Flipping them bricks dollar for dollar
Cause and effect of two-man
Raised with no father from squalor
No mercy no forgiveness for my

I'm loaded and locked, money, sex, drugs, and Glocks
It's the same things heard on the radio, don't think so?
Turn on the stereo, now you feel me oh,

(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By

copped some Paradise wit da cream soda 

Pigs fly everyday tryna made quota 

Black man pulled over in a Range Rover 

Bet you he was tryna see his lady

ahead of y'all
Feedback ain't worth blushing at all
Put him on a pedestool
Knock him off an axle

Trust me I'm lying
About what man the first part
Nah you

up
Those on the streets
And
Those who are locked up
For those waiting on my next stop
I'm on top
Looking down on you from a hilltop
It's all my money