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Been thinking about
Money all day
Tryna get it
24 ways
Ain't got time for no bitch 
Don't give a fuck what they say 
They wanna ride my wave 
Steady

When I Said I Would

Whitney Duncan

Right Road Now

2010

The first time that I ever saw your face
I felt something stop me in my place
The kinda thing that you just can't see coming your way

I closed

Half a hundred on your neck
Is you gone die about respect
Talk to God wonder
Why I never hear him talking back
Wonder if he got my message, time will

60 for a 3.5 smoking Pop-Tart
My cousin's janky ass just got flicked by a cop car
They took the whole bag
And he got pulled over with my whole mag

to question why some people call me special
I'm guessing it's cause I problem when it comes to self-acceptance
Consider all the good and work my around

hood
Run up the score
They don't want war got young niggas hitting only four times four
Got them getting low in Four by fours, no Wendy's you get four

Don't Stop

Spice 1

Blocc Movement/Tales From the Crypt

2016

a thousand times worst
Dime piece, gun in her purse, one in her skirt
Cross me, bet ya life that my bitch burst
Got me lockin' down the world for the North

Like waves on three sixty
That ass on swole busting out like bill bixby
Jeans painted on ya with some nice big titties (Titties)
You looking good as hell

time
Right now I'mma need you to take me to Spanish Harlem
Hey Bronx
Take us home

And that's four dollars and sixty cents for fourty one flavors
A real

You put a fork up your sleeve and walk into a room, it falls out at some point and suddenly everybody's having a good time.

Served by 9 A.M.

Two

You put a fork up your sleeve and walk into a room, it falls out at some point and suddenly everybody's having a good time.

Served by 9 A.M.

Two

In the sun now, but catching long shadows,
You might have to go soon, cause it's low-noon time
Ojisan walking by, he says "nihongo jouzu.
Ore yori

you're decision is my recision,
Listen and you might be able to catch all disses I'm dishing
Good luck silencing someone nonexistent to begin with
Been

is skinny as a stick. in the sixties my mom was hip and mini-skirted. she was raised as a catholic but then she converted, 'cause she loved my dad's

offa one tune
Making a legacy day by by day gotta put that same energy into booth
Sponsor the block with some things ok that's calm cuz you know we put

I hope you will like this very long song
I'm trying a new mic, hopefully someday you can sing-a-long
It's six-ty beats per minute, one beat per

it wrong (yeah)
His daddy told him stay above it
He just influenced wrong
The good and the bad
Throw it on the scale with the bag, scheming
Rounding

I feel alone, I feel disowned 
I feel like everybody left and I am on my own 
I feel the pressure, my own expectations 
I am held down by all of your

colorlessly in four times four classrooms across America
Attentively listening to broadcasts on nuclear survival
Political parties elect Harry S. Truman, Dwight

in your face, everything, just give it up
Or hollows out the 40 with a switchy, fill him up
Hit him one time real good, then I pass the roll

My man

lung
This is a song that must be sung 
Oh sweet Mary, how I love you
She make me feel good every time
So you must love me too
Clouds of smoke coming from

yeah i gotta stay real
I don't ever shoot the 60 niggas aiming for the kill

I'm like damn, it's getting real ugly
This not a competition ain't no goofy

damn, really by a broad (Really)
Rolling in a stollie, with that forty, feeling sporty
Rebels rolling, like the sixties, in a stollie (Hehehahaha)
Homie,

Stand on my two feet, loose leaf
Stained on my two teef
Good sleep
Who me?
Reintroduced every two weeks 
Good weed
Good problems
Good grief tucked in