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Rick 
A week earlier Rick got a tip
Young boy out the yo
He drive a BM dub M4
The bitch brand new
Recently accrued 
And the niggas in his crew stuntin

And now I can live again
Only by God though
This is way bigger than me G
Them man will see
Trust"
(God:
Good son
Almost
GO AGAIN)

hands like a sculpture
Tryna make a living and survive with the multure
Still I don't do what I'm supposed to
But yet I'm on the bill and the poster
Take

fire.  I was a VP of elementary
 I touched their lives, I had to  reach higher 
I'm the new Bill Nye with 3 degrees, Griot B I teach fire 

Light

she praying to Allah
Lil' bitch
Go ahead, get wild
OG for the homies
Don't hit milds
Get hip or die
That's a big trial
Get rich
Or die by projectiles

to the Army this shit can get slimey
So try me and I'll take it back to the county
I'm cursed by the haters and blessed with a bounty
There's blood on my hands

by the games that you playing that you is a bitch
I don't fuck with no lames
You gon' get served when we come in sage
Your bitch gave me top on the top

And what's behind the curtain
I don't know I don't ask
Are you any good it may be the thing that I am best at
Okay it's six in the morning
I guess I

now
I never thought I'd be that one
Good news I'm way too scared to do it
And I have too much fun being scared

I'm in this for life
Like it or not
I'm

mounds of bills
What ever denomination
No matter Rabbi or Laymen
They gotta get by and cop my massive supply of medications
So in the end I will always win

To the money like a Sum Bih
Oh oh ooh oh oh oh oh ooh woah ooh woah
Show me wassup with it
Show me what’s good with it (Let’s Ride)
When shit get

now I got dough don’t like me (uh uh)
Had ascots in the 90’s
I just spent 5 bills on the white tees
Spend another 5 on wifey (uhhh)
Michelin star by

like n**gas that can fit the bill,
Stay strapped with them skills.

Yeah - I just write it how I live it.
Man, fuck a critic.
Turn the paper to some

love go without me 
I Don't want sex I want people to love me
I'm just a rapper who don't have no money 
Pay all my debts cuz my bills steppin on me

remember, making music was so new to me
Every track created considered a masterpiece
Just ask the people in the crowds I pleased
No checks in half-stepping, I

that
But change the way you function this country
Passin’ bills left and right, also passin’ by black streets way before the night
Governin'

the west but I'm from the east coast
Brown skin bleach in my roots the baggy jeans low
New boy head so good it feel like 3 throats
We go live in the forest

(And what's behind the curtain
I don't know, I don't ask)
(Are you any good?)
You tell me
(It may be the thing that I am best at)
Okay, it's six in

bread
I use to pack Uzis jotted on loose leaf
Move unruly stay in some new beef
Whoever that knew me tell you that I'm real and though
I'm not perfect

change for a twifta,

And thought he did a good deed 

By buying up weed and sharing it all wid da drifters

CMB made its mark on da country 
Kinkos Deadly

or the MTA
ALL ABOARD THE MONEY TRAIN!

Miss me with the bullshit
I'm all about my green, like a florist 
I'm all about that paper like a journalist 
News

Alright
Yesterday is gone
Today is a new day
Come on man
I'll tell you what
Give me one last push
Push
Push
Please don't tell me
You're giving up now

must be a sign
I'm
Coming back with a new design
They just assume that I'm always fine, I know I'm not so I write a rhyme
Learnt the game, I passed

I'm the uno
So ya know ya got the right one now
Full circle, i'm making my rounds
A lot of y'all
Might make some good clones
But don't judge a book by