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with madness
Plenty niggas die in traffic 
 watch your body
I’m coming through with with my team around me 
A loaded 9mill
And a girl that’s in love with

And smiled at people,
They treated me like a vampire
They use the cross and they went like this by not smiling at me
In Toronto, hey! Hi guys! You know me!

black leader in America
I ain't trying to b a black leader (black leader)
To get bought by corporations and mislead the
Community, those you swore you

slide
Lil boy chicken what you talking is facade
And it's never fishbowl when I'm floating in the ride
Niggas love to hate doubt they really want probs

punches hit like Steve
But they cleaner, no weaving will save you from spitting nina
Hold tricksters by the neck, you low key not coming back
When

negative now it's the opposite 
Fill up my pockets and fill up on confidence 
Now it's unanimous I'm Steve Austin anonymous promises 
I took the losses then

smoking loud
What you 'bout
When I got it I'm smoking it by the pound
What you 'bout
Lights, camera, action on all of you niggas
Get money on back end

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C 1993 MCJAMES MUSIC BMI
WRITTEN BY STEVE MCCLINTOCK, TIM JAMES AND MARK MANCINA

a good day finally got my bills paid
Pulled up to the Caf just got hit on by the lunch lady
The J we flamed is kicking in my brain is feeling hazy
Got

don't do Steve Madden, she do Jimmy Choo
We keep getting more paper, don't know about you
You say you got racks, don't know if it's true
We can tell that

he's the one
like yo index
We next
Jus like auditions
But he way more gifted
No holiday
Jolly day
Guvna
Any mother's wanna listener jus wanna say we love

that cake

Start up front or bottom, no trade
All in like I'm playing poker
Love green like a man with choker
Got bars, I ain't talking jail

I'm a god,

Steve Martin, I get it cheaper by the dozen
Sit and flip the pack till it's gone, real hustlin
Don't even try when I pull bitches, McLovin' Reachin' for

bitch, she use my songs to masterbate
Too good with this dick she think she finna pass away
Really got them bands I'm bout to throw a rapper raise
Steve

the people by my side but they settled and left
Gave 'em all I could and all I had but they settled for theft
Took away all the last pieces of my heart

and a God wit them flows
What’s a hater if you only make moves wit the bros?
What is love to a simp? It is lust to a hoe
Now I hear them Christians all

J Got The Banga’s 

Glllttttttttttt 
I got a dilemma 
I fell in love with this N*** 
He was a member 
It was around Beyoncès birthday
That’s how I

it's time to stop
Same method, man, gon' get you locked
Now you most def, jam, chasing clout
United with my master, like I'm Steve Stoute
And I meant

trunk
Only smoke on that shit that smells like a skunk
Grouped together and equally subjugated
Exact clones made by a simple cut and paste
Feel my words

killers, boy, you soft as Barbie Niggas keep that trash and they mop
Let them eat the garbage, down by the block I got brains, I was smart as Harvard
Rollin'

chilled with someone and got nervous
I love hearing you talk about your purpose
I ain't doubt you for a second I know your worth it
Every chick in my sight

make that bitch came back Iced out, I'm iced out again

I love my money, nice and crisp Hustling hard so I can buy me a new
whip Niggas be hating, but I

Grim
SJ
Steve James
Crooked Letter J
I flip the switch and kick the grind into over drive
Third eye open I scope the prize and aim high
I fall off

In my feelings, ain't no shame neither
When you walk by, I act like I ain't see ya
When you flyer than a drone with your fine ass
Should provide you