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Login drain the bank account
I just ran off wit a nigga shit
Like the fuck is you gonna do
If he try to run up on me
Ima put that strap on you
Like

avail I persevered
If you a hater hope this hurt your ears (Yes sir)
See I done killed all of my of peers I had to carry something
Two trays on each side

(Intro)

Oh, I.
Need you in my life.
Oh, want you right by my side.
Ou, you know you my ride or die.

(Bridge)

I've been through so many things, so

My predecessor My rival
He pocketed far more than I ever could
That's the harsh truth
Left us lot of debt I'm just playing the books they left
So when

pat on my back
I see what you lack, I laugh
I'm better than that
I'm pressing the gas, right
My whip don't need gas, woah
My foot on they ass, right
I

check it out Dust, I was living a dream, you know, a bad ass bitch, big things and bling blings
2 screens up in the headrest of my 2 grand Sub-ur-ban

Too Many Choices

Bad Azz

Personal Business

2001

I check myself quick
My old homies want to get me (fuck why y'all), the devil want to hit me
Flashing cash that like ? on ass
Giving into greed,

Check stay on the pedal  
To be exact huaraches
DNA finger prints cant copy 
Trust come truth big facts my hobby 
Got my shortie goin spin the block 
I

Sha'carri
Look at the bank burst
I just say what I make first when I step in the party
Niggas get decimated
I broke up with my bitch we need separation

because I should try to do more press
I
Don't wanna waste my time, tryna make shit rhyme, if I can't get checks
Is you outta yo mind aint allowing no

by now but this shit too lame
And my shit's all passion and love Music to me feels like a fucking drug
It's better than any drink that I could mix

rapper food to you
I'm on a mission, what you think
I stack a lot of dead white men in the bank
I was already cold, but then I got my pen involved
Real

by my earring 
Check your fucking hearing

Cause I ain't commin through the speakers all on the down low
Loud is the way that I roll
Have to at your

yea
Trynna grow and learn, just keep watching over me
Cuz this road I’m on is tough, but I know where I’m meant to be
I been through a lot, my mind

singing about them Pretty Wings
I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing
Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink
Had to get

a 50.000 thousand check on a fucking weekend
Don't call my phone if it ain't money ain't fucking speaking
Don't share my heat when I receive it so no one can

got no commas
I'm out of town so I'm sending my runner
Pack touch down flip that for a bundle
Got a lot in my pocket ain't stopping the profit
Who that

Bank on your corporate rappers, what the fuck's a drake to a dragon
I'm blowing fire magic, Kenny thinks he's Christ, but I've got the passion
Play

got my tippy toes so I can I reach for better deals
And I don't mean slashing
I mean the one that get checks cashed in
Open box action
List

hitting crop
But I never stop
Staying hot
Bout them bands
I was in the pot
Like the mud
Made this by my hands
Mix the molly in the water
Pass it to my 忍者

So, by one
They'll see when
I get up
And show them
Like…
They
Keep running, imma finish at my own pace
Been putting work in, hustling my own way
When

HOTTIE
CATCH A FEW BODIES WHEN YOU GOT ME WILIN'
PUNCHLINES SOUND LIKE TWO SHOTTIES FIRIN'
AND MY FLOW IS SO DEADLY
ITS PRECEDED BY A TSUNAMI SIREN

I HAD

forced to adapt to your lifestyle
I'm tryina' get my shit together, I'm on it right now
So check me out, uh, before you stress me out
Understand

They're showing me love to my face
Turn my back and it's back to the doubting again 
Know how it is 
I aint got the clout 
I'm guessing I'll have