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I mix nation for real
I fucked up love, I did it bad, I did that by myself

I'm missin' shit I never had, like why them millions ain't here
I wore

bands in my pants now
Still remember hooping at the park by the playground
We was fighting bout the score but we won't fight bout a hoe
And that's real

i was raised to be a victor
And im clutch like a field goal kicker
Judge a kid by his weapon, house ball V
We at the alley haven't seen em in weeks
So

Back streets
Some of them didn't make the cut, they ain't no Loyalty
Drape my dukes down in gold, she gon' be royalty
Even if shawty wasn't tin, she

Countin my money I don't got enough
No it ain't funny been hungry for months
Up in the morning to glare in the sun
3rd eye awakens I feel like a monk

baguettes move you up out the set huh what's next nothing but big flex I don't need much just head and bomb sex I'm a certified vet still running the streets

four
I got a goal to get on the paper
And then I flex on a hater by running streets like a skater

Now get on board, let's go
Ng'funa ama coins, funa ama

on that creep shit
I can get you back doored
Pull up with them 223s
I'm the type to swing the door
I'm the type to buy some gold
I'm the type to buy my

and out of three different banks
Bank of America, TD and Chase
I never thought that I'd be seeing this cake

Who would've thought they'd see me in a wraith

tough, this pack imma have to move it
Worked too hard to get played by a bunch of losers
All these apologies ya'll gon' have it prove it
Teach 'em all

A saucy Nigga dripped up in some Prada sneaks
Mama did all she could was raised by the streets
Even w a gun you pussy niggas not scaring me
The whole gang

[Verse]
City streets echo, dreams in graffiti
Gritty beats thump loud, heart of the city
Hustle in my veins, nah, it ain't pretty
Rags to riches

make it I got
Crockpot flows on trickshot beats from
Lil' Barno from pothole streets he
Been that boy on keys since bout 3 and he
Been had notes

Snakes

King Sun

XL

1989

get you before they get me
See, I'm not the rat who bites the cheese
Cause I can do a three year's bid with ease
Please, you heard wrong from what I

Sole Has Issues

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

the underground!
Woo woo!  Yeah man!  Yeah!  Yo man!

I usually dream about gold chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray
Instead I wear a tie and fix computers

to the nitty

gritty. And ride till the rims fall off this kind of shiz they knokin

wall to wall. Rollin up by henisee and killer weed they killing me my

night a Domi Dionysus
Vampire  gold fronts fangs shinin' like a diamond 
Bite marks on thighs thotty sounding like she dying 
Lying face down, ass up you

every king wants to be
The Lord of the Ring
Chasing rainbows like a Celtic
After gold nuggets
Pump the pistons and score
Bucket after bucket
Strength

to the streets
I need like more hundred of million atleast
We go on by foreign cars by the fleek
While you out here ride on lease
See i got a bitch that I'ma leech

to sleep every night 2-3 O'clock
And I'm up every morning by 7 O'clock 7:30 at the latest
And I'm not tired

tickled since I's 11 years old
It took three steps and my skin prickled in it's coat of shimmering gold

My life goes by no matter how hard I try

Then it

dark
Benny from the underground I light up a spark
Spread across the country like a big ol fart
This thing inside of the is farther then eye can see
Gold

Razor in the cheek, robin in the ribcage
Braided in the street, hair down in the crib stay
Easy on the beat
Mouths get easier to feed
Meter's running,

Here Fly Come

Playa Fly

Fly2K

On my M 2 3
Act like you Do Not Know
About the Way We Roll
All those who oppose
Ms Minnie's Child of Gold	
Sho nuff Fly gon buck
On every mic I clutch
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