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I told them niggas to Back Down
I was fucking around, but I'm back now
It ain't shit you can say, but you all in the way
100's and 50's they all in

a srt
Shawty she want me, but lowkey
They must've forgot who I was
I'm mr. keep that shit on me
GiZeeKy go dumb had to turn up a notch
I don't do this for

Living Single

Jeremih

Living Single

found the one
Told mom that so many times that I'm sounding dumb
'Cause she started to mix Ashley up with Tanesha
And saying "Hi Britney" when I'm

that gas (yeah), look at my pants
Smokin' that gas, put a bag on this, hol' on (fifty)
I'ma die lit, uh (yeah)
For the world I'm dyin' lit, uh (fifty

of dollars is shitty so he played the fifty
Bout his dishonesty I wasn't convinced
He kept feedin me phonies 'til his shit departed from all sense
Who could

the Bible it's with me
Ran it up, like bout 10-50
yeah, we taking over the world
Ice on my neck ain't no pearls
Reading the scriptures it swell
And we killing

You worried bout the time
Say we're young so let's be a part
Lose that fear
I wanna make this work but
You just have no idea
But you just have no idea

cold nigga
Bout Bout that money til I'm old nigga
Smooth Sharp shooter sliding wit a 4 nickel
Keep a pole wit me im the old 50
Double Cross me I give yo

Uh, yeah, check
I wanna take you to places and show you things
Wanna be a plumber, call me your handyman
Let me nail that, let me move you
I'm mister

the loudest
The way I structure shit
I'm 50 cent off power

It's that feel good joint right here

I'm livin' my life (life), a beautiful life (life)
Still gutter with it (gutter) and let go of the trife

bout' the payment
My demons can't escape cause I just locked them in the basement
She ask me what I wear I said that "Money Counter Fragrance"
My jewelry

so much pizza i'm a fat lard and the sad part is
Yall at church on your knees paying homage to god
While your niece is on her knees bout to polish

Live in a dark place
I ain't talking bout dim lights
I'm choking on the motor instead of being propelled
Sometimes I wanna hold
Sometimes I wanna to be

niggas I got nothing to say to these niggas yea it's fuck you but pay me my nigga why they all in the way tell me nigga
I'm bout that action fuck all

I could've bought a house (bought a house)
Posin' for the cameras when we walkin' out (cheese)
Only hustlers understand the shit I'm talkin' 'bout

really how it was
Exotic blowing in my lungs My 3.5 a 50
This shit can cost you a ticket
I had to realize who wasn't wit me
Lotta niggas be trickin
That's

go with flow
I slur my words
They move along the beat just like a tumbleweed
I get my money in my silence call that humble greed
I'm from the same city

strain that I've ever been given
Y'all won't see a cent from these verses I'm pennin'
Even if I had a fuck I don't think I could give it
Supposed to give

Ollied off church steps
To a world that I don't know yet
Left my adolescence
Knew I had to make cents
In a world that doesn't make sense
Count up

(Talk to em Jimmy)
They don't tell you bout the nights full of doubt tho
Or how you finna get Rihanna on the outro
I'm just trying to get a south by south

don't really know how to rap
But let me get off of that shit, why they talkin' that shit, you know what, let me go relax
I'm doin' 120 inside of a 50

the doe with the four cock it back get the blocked cause I'm prone to spray
Now that I'm all in I served every day so all my chips can steadily fall in
Hook

the whole world in my hands
They be putting in they 2 cents, shouting from the stands
100 on the dash, and I kinda wanna crash

Kinda wanna crash, I'm tired