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Look, times change, like the age, nothing ever stay the same
Dark nights follow sunny days, it's a guarantee
The young keep playing, the old get grey

the cash
Rap math
Back to back
Add one
And play that back
Yeah
I keep Green by the Cee-Lo
Nobody work harder than me though
Just smoked me a blunt but I need

(Mans shut down when he heard my tings)

These niggas can't admit it but they old news
Tryna hop on to my wave when they all snoozed
Chain up on my

games they compare me to goats
So I’ll be down for anything like the women in coats
Imma old school vibe with this new school flow
I see you on the way up

"everybody in the race wins"
Know I went the wrong way!
I don't want to have to wait when
They don't even think to stay
Longer nights for every day!
The longer

on the fat Jamaic' cash.
Everything they've tried to achieve has even crashed.
They're left walkin' up and down road lookin' brassed.
Alas, most of them men

Pay Day

Classified

Classified

2013

But I'm feeling good and it tastes great
Finally got paid not a day late
Some work all day in a job they hate
So that they could play all night

But I'm feeling good and it tastes great
Finally got paid not a day late
Some work all day in a job they hate
So that they could play all night

night he knocked out, work clothes on
Nothin’ new. Dead phone with his pulse goin’ strong
See that big old heart of his didn’t wanna quit
It felt trapped,

thick these days
I know what they meant by it, they meant me no harm
But by that time, I had hella dents in my heart
Some like a graze, some went straight

like a gun
Motive at the park was a blur
I guess you call that Parklife
Night ain't slowing down
I guess you call it fast life
Always living high lives

mine for the night
Beautiful girl yea she fine bout a nine
But I don't trust you won't be gone by morn
Shit I guess I better love the time while it's

me, I remember you
You remember the struggle but dat an’t nuttin new
Member game night, remember old school
Member riding the bus, and now you home

Everybody wants change but wont forgive they own brother
I just simply made a vow, now I cant hear my old woman
Cut friends off, sexual orientations, acronyms

I see a whole team of chicks tryin' to sit wit us
We're drinkin' dom, smokin' charm, they wanna get wit us
I've got my, VIP section game like that

strip clubs
Snatching cash off the floor because

I really thought that I'd be rich by now
I'm still broke living on my couch 
I smoke pot I gotta rent my

paint
Bought a new car now I'm swerving the lane
Flag on my head like a Taliban
Putting my money all in the bank
Now they call me by my government name

got the 4’s in the back
You know they ready to smash
Do anything for the bag
Do anything for the cash
Ready to shoot at yo dad
Niggas aint bout it for

consumed by my music that I feel lifeless
Introspective on a record they won't listen to it
Everything I give is making me dream until I'm lucid
Mind gone so

in a clash for the cash
And the police with the gas came out in a pack
And the people in mass came out to react
Things out here go bump in the night

running out
And so one day in June there in Nevada
That's right we had a
Little wedding by the lake champagne and cake
A hand to hold
As you grow old
And so

them bottles now
'Less I'm with my big brother, Chuckie used to hold it down
Now that shit is popping, fake homies want to come around
And they say I

prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from

by the end of the night. 

Baby They don't get me like u do. tryna Take on the world with just us two


I still want breakfast with you when we wake