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depended on me
Remember the days I was up in the block with a Glock in my pocket, just serving a G
Yeah, just serving the G
Yeah, I'm keeping it P
I know

foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick

happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these

on the bench cause' you didn't make the team
Let's keep it G, nigga i'm pushin' P
Let's keep it G, nigga you is a dweeb
I came in Marc Jacobs, I don't rock

Murder but you know, free him up still
Listen
I disappeared from the map like Madaline
Man got locked by feds in the can
My G P.Dough Porkedyagal
B was

into a hundred P's
J-Will still on go mode, tell that man to lay low
He hate a pussy, nigga, bro, the one to get you halo
Why you talkin' bout that money

talk, man, I really don't fear that
Ready to die like B.I.G, don't fear man
If you're really on P, I'm there, man
Been up in the scene, they lie, not

and
Lose it, start spitting like Dipset
D-Block and G-Unit
Yeah the labels know who you are
But they can't hear your music
I'm not a road man
I'm a music man

Gangsta

Skepta

Ignorance Is Bliss

2019

tryna impress, G
Man, can see that your man-bag's empty
No need to pretend
I don't wanna hear you talk greazy again
Never shot food, never shot no

to the O.G.'s, yeah
Ain't nothin' like the old school
It ain't goin' nowhere, yeah

R.I.P. DMX

Jesus took the full sentence didn't cop a plea
Andrew tate straight but only one top G that's G O D on me uh
They like p1 how you make it look so darn

Yeah nigga
Money Train shit, man
Mm
Uh, uh
Yeah
Huhhh
I be trappin' by myself, don't need nobody
I got bro right here, cause he kept it solid
Bout

you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!

[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]

[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I

on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred
We don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over

Express yourself somewhere else or get strapped
My gang so ahead
WHO WE? DreaWers ye!
Produced by C, he a G
Give a fuck 'bout Q's & P's
Taking over like I'm

Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms
If you only knew like Aaliyah
How your man be hawking me and stalking me
When he fucking you he see me
Every crack

Fuck wat they
I live by da force so I pray
Hoping I don't have to leave these
Fuckers rite where they lay
Its just my p.o.v
G.o.d shine that light on me

Who the fuck is txting me man?
I definitely don't know who you are
Girl is crazy, abeg
Windows down, put your hand out you like the feeling? Yea-eah

retaliate properly
P's poor, he can't eradicate poverty
Money my arse where's all this money I ask?
Man have got more money by far
In fact, P's the only money

West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

S.P.M.

Hustletown Mobbin

were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17

the sea like nemo
Cos bare man misguided me
Now all of them know what im on
That's money, stacking p

I shoot my shot never miss like kaka
I'm a well known

thoughts 
You’d bring plants to life and resurrect a corpse
Give a blind man sight and a dumb man thought

(Hook)
All a nigga need is a Half P of weed
A bad

move
Can’t control the world, control my attitude 

Verse 1:
Windy Hill by the Western Inn I was stressed 
Sleeping in the whip, peanut butter dip, with

discredited by
What a critic ever said
We're unaware of his racial make up
We know he's an albino but
Can't science the face up
Never question what I am
G O D