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So

Rich taught me to stay afloat
But I got knocked off the boat
Taken under by the waves
But now it's time for some change
Write down everything I've

but careless
Watching family telling lies don't hate we too blessed
Wasn't momma by your side through bills and drug debts
We know some people show

Yo bitch is sweet (gang) like a cheerio
These bitches be playing my
Song on the stereo
I'm in the crib smoking on oregano
I'm in the trackhawk feeling

Niggas step aside
When I step outside
My big dick pride won't let a bitch knock my grind
The pain inside hardens as the days go by
To avoid feeling

back, 
She been giving info to the opps cause her brother with that, 
Now you making a big play they got the drop to where you at, 
I tried to tell you

This is the story of a lil sadgirl
Who made somethin outta nothin in a sadworld
Her papi mowed lawns just enuff to get by
It's ok my lil mija he

I got a few songs in drill
I got a few songs where my heart get on that
Minimum combat
Not me wrong man
Me I stay silent mic where I contact
Caught

of the Reich
But Adolf Hitler he was my friend. Alright? Alright!
And he'd love to go out dancing, really dug the human league
And that song by Alice Cooper

I'll apologize later
I applaud all my haters
You niggas hid under radar
I claim my seat at the table 
I'll apologize later
But now I'm talking big

go 'head, move that ass
Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants
I can tell you a freak
By the way that you dance
Yeah, a AAA man
I'm

than me
Seeing days where I'm rich an I'm free
2020 who gon' be winnin' it's me (Me, yeah) 

Gotta get a big bag aye, Imma flex on all y'all
I remember

block, let off shot If you miss, gang, spin around
You can't stand next to me if you ain't never got off a pound
If I did a song with Sexyy Red, bet I can

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He’d choose nothing over rich
He’d do anything for the bag
Even put himself to risk

So fuck that green ghost satan shit
Stupid looking Sailor bitch

wack
Rappers be Mike Eppin', but without the heaven, can't get rich by moving no sack
I'm asking one question, tell me good lessons, that you got from

Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Ayy
Ayy
(Hit-boy)

Still that bitch with all the guys, like Janet and The Jackson 5 (beat it)
Told 'em, I'll be rich by

big
What's a weight manage
I grew up on bologna and mustard
I don't want no sandwich
Only a delusional mind will think this just talent
God circled my

All these rappers they rich off some bullshit
I'm Predatory off the pulpit All my niggas wolves shit
Wolverines you seen I got the iodine deens

Ayo wilin' play it again
Big 4 nickel I'm cocking it back
Wise words from the youngan better keep ya strap
I said I was done I had to relapse
Man

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Yeah, uh, this song is called Empty Thoughts, Part 2
You know what time it is
I guess it's just that time again
Yeah, oh yeah, it's that time, baby

I'll put you in a hex
Yeah, this was never my dream
Only 15 but I'm getting the cream
Going all Doofenshmirtz up in my schemes
I wrote a love song

driving four by four
It's a big degree murder when the ball's in my court
Don't be a bitch I flick the switch when I get a itch
To insist for a kill switch,

we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so

Ex bitch looking rough like a stray
Big zips coming in by the bag
All this money man my pants gon sag
We gon pull up in a Rari or Jag, aye
Black snap