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shii to rap bout 
Now 
I'm like fuck it they get what they get 
Only way I won't release 
If my verse weak 
I'm not defined by the sales you see 
Defined

confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis
My name is Mudd
It's always been
And I'm the most boring sonsabitch you've ever seen
I dress in blue
Yes navy

hold off on you lifeless lames 
I guess you were intrigued by this priceless name
They call me Jack pissy half for horse 
And most the time I'm caught

gettin'
Money off of Cookie
Street connoisseur with a
Rich nigga etiquette (yes)
Talk money
So it's money talks in my rhetoric (yes)
Had to sling dope

[JAVERT]
Now bring me prisoner 24601
Your time is up
And your parole's begun
You know what that means.

[VALJEAN]
Yes, it means I'm free.

[JAVERT]
No!
It

hook on the bitch like the name Kareem
With the top off cruising down the main street
Ain't no Travis im a mfing fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
I be

How many times a day can I change
My mind and the world around me I frame
Some people don't know my name
So they speak French when they complain

Twelve years of age with no credit to my name
Save a caricature scribbled by the boys I hoped you’d never know
When I first saw you, the thought had

Stalin Mackamillion Yes!
That's my name and don't forget
It's like I got these hoes in heat
The way these hoes be tryna sweat

And plus
They be tryna sex

Fuckin' that bitch, she a target
All my money well spent
I'm in Cancun, I'm a tourist
Yeah they say I'm the purest
Surrounded by green, forest
Onto the top,

name 
Or get left back no 911
Rinse this juice Bishop Raheem 
Bad meets evil ying no Yang 
Chase him down like a fucking bank 
I'm a young prodigy reekin

the way from the Windy City
He go by the name of Phaze, Streethop Records
And introducing Ms. Monique Wilson yaw'll, give it up for her.

What if I told you

slow 
and we don't rock
They like our money
They like our money
They like our money
Like our money 

They judge a book 
By the cover
But first read it,

to the mains spittin in the game teachin' me.
Shout out to them all for teaching me how to ride on the beat 
Yes, my haters weak so when I come they know to not

off the tongue 
Yah cute playboy, when I stunt 
One by one you standin in line 
And one by one and I'm checkin out your rump 
And oh yes Mr.Capon double

When he attacked Japan
We talk about the money, the future
And stackin' grands
Haters names, they don't come up
As if they shadow banned
Watch Ryan

solved by tomorrow
If these rich muhfuckas wasn't so damn greedy
They own Ninety nine percent of the worlds entire wealth
They just hoard that shit so you

Peep (peep) peep (peep) the game that I try to just say
Yes my name Malcolm you hear it in tag on beats where I know you hear hey
Having that faith in

bombs away
Niggas mad cause I made a name
And unlocked a flow
And got in the game
Well I Started singing and was out of key
Does it really matter I'm

raised a lover, that boy dearly departed
Fuck a gardner in a war, I'm the warrior in the garden
Appointed by realest, but still ain't fucking with Garland

and find a bar and we have a mimosa
By 10 AM we’re dancing
Bodies getting closer baby
I don’t wanna stop what you gotta do
But I could see me falling in love

the peoples champ
Two-Sides is the winnin camp I'm speakin the truth ain't just amp'd
No Dr. Suess but yes Sam I am and all the bitches no Sams the man
I get it

bro my second name suppose be GB tank

I was sent by the Universe to teach you motherfuckers 
Wey dey always like to gossip wey dey misbehave and like

greek with a goddess
Aphrodite my diety like I would die for ye
I'm piecin these piecin these peace to me
Piecin these, pieces of a puzzle but
I'm puzzled