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bless the madness of the fifty states

There's all you dreamers
Who dream in bed
Where are you going when you lay your head?

All you mothers can't

it was cash time
By any means I'm make a mill or better
Got a forty named arizona who wanna feel this weather
Rawhide I'm skinning cows and making

blunts, I smoke those
You tapping out
I'm pulling out
Wicked, wild, ice cold
Henney's nice, but vodkas bold
Fifty racks cash out
Cannon ball splash out

already bosses

Last year i made a killing
Now I'm in a different bracket
I ain't capping
In my rapping
You can tell by my jacket

Gucci,Celine,Louis,

As being gay, but I'm not gay baby
I'm just a Tomgirl ooh!

Maybe it's cuz I was raised
By a single mother
Mama taught me 'bout the movies
Mostly watching

Navy hair with the combat boots
Was talking up her favorite tattoo
Went straight face would you like to read it
I knodded yes but I couldn't believe

no mothafuckin two stacks
Hit the gears watch that motherfucking coupe scratch
Your main boo in the back seat flew by they like who that
I done learned

runnin' 
Fled back to my city 
I ain't fuckin with 50 
I ain't owing shit, right hand on my titty 
I can chill all day but the hustle stay in me 
It's a lot

a weak mind
You won't make it
Corey Benji who I be
I'm a young Haitian
Posted in the 50'z
That's the location
Young nigga just tryna be better
You know I

Captain Noah,
We're taking over your ship. Give it up now
Instr
It's been a hundred and fifty some years
She's been sailing these seas
With Captain Guild

a prisoner beaten by the cops who kept repeatin',
Hey babe, you didn't see this.  Oh but when she said she did,
She was a cop no more.  And it was like before

I'm so Crip I go by Celsius like, "What's a Fahrenheit?" (Crip, Crip)
Wen I die I hope C.I.p with Nip, Doo Doo and Semi up in paradise

Feel like

with his J.D. by John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Just before the young president
Was escorted into history

Byrd from West Virginia
Byrd from West Virginia
Byrd

Verse 1 (J-kwon)
There’s way too much talking bout what I ain’t got 
If we beef and a week go by I’m like why he ain’t shot 
What you know about

There's Lucy in the sky with a diamond
Farmer ate the wife. The farmer ate the wife
Hi, ho, da, diddly dum, the farmer ate the wife, ba dump

One,

is suck
But I'm not here to judge how they use their mouth to get a buck
Keep it 50 times 20, H&V don't envy
Make 'em wonder 'bout us like "what

on a lot of you niggas
Created my own lane
Painted that perfect picture
Now I'm about to be richer
Than a lot of you niggas
Ugh, hey now they done let haze

Free to be who I want to be
I'm free to be me

In reality I'm a prisoner in chains
But in my dreams I roam across open plains
By the laws of men my body

down and then all of the opps they turn to Tevin
Ain't no point to hold yo breathe you know you guilty, they was telling
I can't shoutout who I'm with

is so shitty ah
I want the money like Diddy
Only hundred and fifties
Ray came up with a plan
Execute for the fam
We ain't on the same page
Getting

spent fifty thousand on my wardrobe
I just fucked another nigga bitch with the door closed
We countin' money in here so make sure the doors closed
Send

Throw It Away

360

Falling & Flying

2011

you're so glad
Will it just define what you're known as?
While I'm wishing that I had a mint,
I'd share it round if I had some riches
See with money

where are you takin' me too huh America

Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry

Daylight Hours

Infusion

Six Feet Above Yesterday [Australian Single Disc]

2005

everything you own ain't everything you are
This is the third trip in the back of your car filled with memories flashing by like liquid sky
Like electric