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up some pay, you can call me a hoarder
Side bags goin' forty-five, we get this shit imported

Steeple hunnid, pack the gym like I'm Kobe and Jordan

Coca-Cola I asked her where you from, love
She say she from Angola, ay, ay, Angola
We do, we big like Luanda I'm rockin' Designer Panda
I just touched down

nothin'
The big axe is Paul Bunyan
Blood splatter from his bladder
Docs was all buggin'
Like, "We knew he was bold
But can't believe the gall of him"
Bitch,

us
We was full of youth, not yet abused by time
Its like I saw the whole world through my rhymes
Its kinda crazy right?

Twenty-two years ago

We ain't out at sea to surf
Cinder blocks around the ankles cause the knees to hurt
This ain't twenty twenty but the hindsight be, ha
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pissed off at myself
Sorry that I was goin' through it I'm mad at myself that I ain't holdin
I can tell the Lord I'm shot by Cupid he tell me that I'm

I'm gang, 1040 bang bang, in a box before we chain gang, I pop the switch n change lanes, a shot to the face he no name, I'm doped up I can't feel pain,

SHADE

Giggs

Big Bad...

2019

gettin' drunk by the bar
She lives over there, I'm thinkin' that's kinda far
We're hand-holdin'
I just flexed with her half the day, I love her perfume

niggas I didn't give me, it's gon' be a minute
I heard that boy survived the headshot Tell big homie a bitch ain't only like that when the meds out
Them

on that bi cause I carry them rounds them n*ggas told me not holdin no pounds watchin me now watch how I climb beam on the flow I’m a rise 30 my and I know

a Rubik's (ugh)
She frightened by my diamonds how I'm shinin', Stanley Kubrick
Drip like Alex Mack, I spent them racks and turn to fluid (wet)
Pockets

Who's the Man

ABN

Gangstas and Hustlers

2010

go to sleep with the gat
The grave is where most of my niggas sleepin at
All the Screwed Up Click legends ain't never comin'back
Like Screw, Big

a way to get myself out the mud
It's hard to make it out the hood unless you die by a gun
Don't let them trick you off the streets, it's a part

Verse 1:
I like em chill and relaxed 
And not all on my back 
Need a little space so I can breathe 

I like em big in the winter 
Oversized just

(Fate)
You can't tackle my moon, yea I think it's too late (Late)
And by the grace, I pray we keep that food up on our plate (Plate)
The city lights got my

Yo big up to all the Toronto 
mash up dem inna di place right now
You know say Sorority deh pon di track
Hits after hits anytime dey come tru

The duffle bag full of money
Watch how these bitches react
We make it rain when it's sunny
We do it big as 3x
I told my n***** we next
Signed by the realest

like grandpa big belly
When you got it you know you the man but these streets so deadly you gotta stay ready
Cuz niccas a try ya like chiccen spaghetti

On The Ceiling
Just like Lionel
Way too real, it's how I feel
A big fish in a little pond
A whale inside a well
I'm holdin steel, you know the deal
Come buy a pie

Get Money

8Ball

Montana Trax: The Boy Somethin' Great

2006

Bring it in can you feel it can you feel it
It's all about the money baby

Big Eightball straight up out the south to you
Honey coated money fool

grabba
Good chi
Good chai, karma
Good greed
Good God, I'm one

I'm like fee-fi-fo-fum
In this bitch
Big steppin' with a bun
I got business, 
independent

Lil' bro wakin' up, it's about ten o'clock to get on the block with his guys
He still holdin' on to them tears cried when he saw his brother demise

Get ya dough, watch it go back to the
People that holdin' some
Basic ancient secrets they keeping
It's us they stole it from
Peter Joseph told us so

Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these