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I be hoping you don't get to see, roller coaster my devotions on different speed. (I'm gone) back in the spots where they going. Flying 747 Boeing.

How We Get Down

Bad Azz

Personal Business

2001

and my bed's smelly bottom
Oh you gone, I see real weird 'til it's over
When we leave, we goin' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeur
Wit the doja,

The stress designed us The weak have broke off School of hardknocksRepeat the roll call See, in this life's I'm about to show offI run these sticks likeI'm

memorized by that ass when it wiggles
When you walk by I had to glance at it, gone twerk something get some cash in it
Cause I came to spend and got time

the automatic
Paper towels in the public restrooms
But that's me I guess
So I been low riding while bumping 50
50 times a day &
Spending 50 cents on a bummy drink

a rem-i-nant
Rode up in all black in the deluxe stayed vigilant
Five in the back, two in the front, bumping 50 cent
Crow flew by, what a shifty hint

Three hop

see why
Was always you and I without the t y
Fucked your home girl, that's an eye for an eye
That's the reason she don't hit you up or even drop by
I'm

A party 
Full of honest black scholars
Who want to see their people prosper 
Who are not about the dollar
‘Cause they sharing 50 cent
Who are out here

nothing, I didn't hear you
I'm riding from night til the next day
Maybe balling spent 50 on the coat sway
No way (Yo, because)

It's only one way up so I

Yea, I'm finna bake a brick, so I can take a trip
I'm off the Wok, but I cant feel it 'til I face a zip
Call her ass the nut bandit how she takin'

Come to getting paper I'm right in the mood like let's get it
Gone off the perks I won't bust when I'm in it nah
Cop me some work than I dump til it's

Gotta separate myself
But the shit still hurt
You don't think I want you by side
I gotta separate myself from the fake but the shit still hurt
You

They Wunna 
ask me if 
I'm Gunna 
do a 
song wit Tekashi
sign a deal 
and 1090 Jake 
gone be botherin 
me for copies
they papi 
possibly touched 
by

to a rapper when I throw the buffs on, I'm Clark Kent
I be real fuckin' humble 'til these niggas make me mad
I love City Girls, I wanna fuck Yung Miami real

Exhale

Forever living like I'm awake
Hesitate the hand shakes and introduction
Abducted by the vibrant
Soul was hella quiet til' the brightness hit
Ignite

and it's fuck the opps crazy, won't say it again
LaQuarries living, I'm blinded by death, ain't talking 50, we killed many men
We hit they block, ain't

but I know if I was there you wouldn’t be gone
I wouldn’t be saying I’m sorry while I’m sittin on the lawn
with a 5th of vodka in my hands pouring it

Don't you lie and say you love me when I'm dead and gone
Some bitches let me down some niggas broke the code
I be in the stu kickin shit like JoJo
Ain't

I'm dreaming
Two-fifty for a shot
Keep em going don't stop
Let em take it to the top
They gon' take it 'til they drop
Two-fifty for a shot
Keep em going

baddies shaking fatties
It's ya boy kvng qwan I'm the devil on ya shoulders
I can tell you finna fuck it up just by how you bending over
Assume the position

I'm imbued with the spirit
Of the English Tommy dunno my kill count
It's bigger than the fingers on me
Imma sing a song for the
Memory that lingers

Tremendous

Sicx

If These Walls Could Talk

mic I'm breakin necks
Run train tracks, like stand by me, lookin for any dead body,
I'm grip like a pitbull, leave yo brain gone like Muhammad Ali,

pain in a prada fit
I won't fuck her, I don't need that energy she just swallow dick
Fuck 10 cent Booga got a thousand dollar dime bitch
My Ears

as profound as an explosion
feeling lit like 50 cent I'm a genius in abundance I'm a beast flourishing in Florence with the adrenaline as I roam the streets