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grew up check the stats nigga
Murdah cap no cap
Dope Era and all the shit
Unk be on that Yola
He be spazzin out with his jaw and shit
My cuzzin push that

concepts at their hardest
Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher
And Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money 'cause
We all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up

this shit ain't for kids
New whip alert, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
Bitch ama Big stepper (Stepper)
Stepping, cleaning all of my footprints

you move when you're surrounded by bosses
But now, I'm on my way up. Ain't no turning around
And when I'm out of town, I still hold it down
I still hold

molly
I'm trying to collect all this money
Whuzet wena I don't know ungubani
Man I'm walkers ndifunda ivukani
I pull up like ikhali khali, Aye yah

I pull

I ain't never out my element 
That's why it's obvious that I was built to win 
These other niggas
I finish them
And doing this by accident 
If you

the fronts
My turn, look what I'm on
I'm growing where you is fond
Stacking up for bond
Making moves beyond
What the fuck is you on
What the fuck is now wrong

I've been afraid and running away my whole life
It's time for a change now I'm switching lanes it's so nice
Fueled by the pain, it's all in my veins

because my bucks up
Hustler was getting to the money fore the come up
Only noticed me because a nigga got his luck up uh, yuh
Hush up, baby can you hush up

dome, it ain't violence its embellishment

Plus I gotta shine for all my niggas who still grindin for payment
Makin ends meat wit the 9-5 arrangement

season is soft
You cutting in on my money? I'm cutting you off
I'm focusing on the riches, buying stakes in businesses and becoming a boss
Attention

Say my name say my name because you know the deal
Only rapper spitting that fire and yet I'm colder still
Mixing up the rhythm embodied by what I'm

T.
Yea, I’m that E and T. So just call me ET.
They on their feet now. These ladies always seek my beam. 
My skin is green as their money so they want

Can I Get Some

King Just

Mystics of the God

1995

why do they think I'm broad
Is it my lyrics is hard or is I'm wit the Mob
From the Six, now all these rappers talkin shit
But I must be schemin on my

This aint no arcade , play with my money win a tag
Dont give a F* if you my blood , it aint no feelings in this bag N*

[Brazyyy]
Aint got no bag 
You B*

that shit again! Never again! Don't you dare
play with my feelings like that, it's not fair, I wasn't prepared,
but ok, let's get some food. If you're

shit everything goes
Paper ass nigga that man folds
You was raised by a bitch and it sure shows
Tippy on tippy I'm on my toes
I won't fuck her it's risky

gather our green, so we can dine and shit
Feed our family by all means, you know that kinda shit

It’s one thing to dream, but it’s another thing to man up

They don't wanna say that you've sinned
Born again, all I wanna talk about is Jesus
When I'm not talking bout Him though my thoughts get grievous
I get

Your Pussy

""PROUD""

Let’s Fuck Outta Road Infront All The

""CROWD""

Baby Whine Up For Mi
I'll Make This Money Rain On You!!!

(ON YOU)

Swear To God

left behind
And by the time you get done with all of that, death arrives

Fast life so death
No fear no stress
Fuck the long term homie impulse knows

But I want my hood at the top with me, cause they say it could get lonely
Look
Did this shit all by myself, I had to switch up because I was tired
Got

head come on with that bounty
…heated. I ain’t mad, feel like robert downey
Folks losing faith in my by the day, they all starting to doubt me
Count me

Boom yeah
Lifestyles of the Broke and Almost Famous

"Herbert Anthony you need to
Get you life together"
That's my momma bothered by
How I'm living