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with the fake
Thank the lord every time that I wake
I came from the bottom ain't talking bout drake
Me and my bro was eating 50 cent cake, aye
That's

I’m Too shifty 
Keep it a buck I’m too fifty 
Homie who get me?
Guess I’m starting to make cents/sense now
I’m still a Giant when I’m bent down
You

this 50 Cent ain't cuttin' it I'm like a prophet with a staff and I get profit with my staff you know I get up on these tracks with a loco motive I keep

It was hard seeing niggas with shit that I couldn't get
Still the same never changed I'm just giving my two cent
And Lord knows I know I sin I'm trying

stomach like enzymes
Make a bad bitch touch it no busta rhymes
I'm balling in public with hang time
I ain't 50 cent but I got five dimes
The money be

go
They gon' have to get him quick
They gon' have to catch that boy
And shoot him more than 50 cent
They gon' have to flip his whip
Catch that body

shit, maybe I'm on my 50 cent
I mean I have taken 9 shots, one more and hold the rocks
Like Pat Tillman, I'll put this 40 on your chest
I'm Sia with

verse
I'ma crash first 'fore I drop it, I need me a peace of mind
Take this Polymer track just to ease the time, yuh
Everybody wants love in the city

Not 50cent but
We got star power
This a g unit
Keep stick wit some fire power
Dont make me use it
Never ever been scared of the smoke
Im an abuser
Im

remnants of stars inside every orifice
Bet we blast that energy

I'm a fifty cent vinyl by an Austrian band
I am an overbearing zealot socialized like a man

two cents on the River Styx
Listen, bitch
This is Kha-lib and Young Zee
HAZE plus Phree
Bring the pain like a bum knee
Trust-trust me
I drink like

out

It ain't tricking if you got it, give a hand out
If you a fan, I better see them hands now
Not CB, 50 cent, but I'm the man now
Trucks, yes, you

motion

Had to switch the beat up again
No fifty cent in this church we got many men
I pray again every time that I just sin again
I need the grace, need

FFTTT YEA BEEH
YEA
AYE chasing after bread
After bread nigga

Chasing after bread
Don't neva chase a bitch
Think I'm 50 cent bitch i'm hated on by

to forget
Russian nigga on de club was fuckin
Like a 50 cent
I ain’t black
But I have black soul
Niggas in de Paris
Give respect yo
All bitches are the same

Handschuhfach
Baby lets ride lets ride
Steig ein fenster runter wie bei 'nem drive by tracks in der pipeline
Der vibe ist grad nice keiner so fly wie wir beide

lovin' it
Carve a smile on his face now what's funny bitch
I laugh at my opps we ain't duckin' shit
I put one in his face like he 50 cent
I knock out all

Cashin' in these checks, that are less than fifty cents
Dammit I might just regret where and how this business went
But I'm rapping so tight, Shaq

even when 
Sanctions off And I'm down to 50 Cent and I'm Patiently Waiting for Free Smoke like 
Drake I'll just vape it off 
Shit that was like

you want, you gon' end up like 50 Cent
Like I'm goin' for trophies, I never back down from any challenge
Lookin' at my progress, I'm astonished, I been

options
Scared of what I might find

Scared to make the wrong move
I just need the right sign
Bet my last 50 cent I'd get rich or die trying
I can see it in

all or the kid will die trying
Piece of mind, got 50 cents worth that's 25 that prying
In my life, check back when you do business with ya thoughts

a nigga
I get on my 5-0, C-E-N-T with these niggas screaming war
No white flag and no peace for these niggas
Yeah, I'm on my team, tell em that, tell em

remember when all I had was 50 cent
They praying on my downfall, many men
All my life I had to fight and if a pig on my neck
The 4'5 knocking hairs off his