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I see the day dying
As it falls on the horizon
Eyes call out to tomorrow as time keeps flying
In bed lyin'
Thinking about the week
Neva getting any

phone, so I told her relax
Uh, uh, uh, shorty be lyin' to me, but I lie by the fact
3.5, I roll it up straight in the wood and I smoke it up fat
Uh, how

you is not the type
Take up for him often but that's alright, the times that he cried I was by his side
They gone want that money soon as I rise, they

the belt, parry, paw, I came here to slay
Undisputed champ, watch your back, bitch it's judgement day
Bitch it's judgment day
I ain't here to play
Lyin' on yo

roll in, roll in

If I blink then I'll be right on the brink of money and power
No sleepin', yo, it's all that I'm thinkin' 24 hours
Times by 365, ain't

Yeah

If we on the same side
Then should know
Don't give a damn
Bout the limelight
Yeah that's a no
Im'a go ahead
And tell a lame lyin'
Son of a gun

They claim that it's love, but be quick to leave you stuck
I was down bad, by myself with nobody to trust
Lucid dreams had me trippin', thinkin'

working and I'm
Getting paid
I'll fulfill my purpose 
Ill seal my faith 
Give him worship when i sit and pray 
Would you kill yo brotha over an 1/8th

straight I've never been more sicker
Get richer, I promise you I'm tryin'
I ain't lyin' dreamin' of contracts that I'm signin'
I'm ridin', to the beat,

you get hit in your head, prrrat
Cause I ain't from the city of suckas
Philly is the city with plenty of gun busters
And I go by the name of the hustler

Let's hit the six, we don't do no drive-by stop and let me hit
Attach the switch if he bend this corner watch me flip the whip
Got his Lo' cause that

let's have a three-way
Niggas lyin' drinkin' liquor out a double cup you crazy
You a dime baby girl I really want you to be my lady
Seven grams in

on a dime
They'd say anything to take you down and no I ain't lyin'
What reason do I have? I got nothin' to lose
I don't need your attention, I've been front

they be trynna be us
And the smell of death up in my nose like the shits amebas
Call me king N-E-G-U-S
Negus
Yo poccets fat nigga nahh me either
Robbing

limes
Yo I ain't lyin with the paradigm
So much ice you should call me a cream truck
Creamin in my doubletwin bunk that's a dream fuck
Taking the team

like Harriet Tubman
(Bring my niggas up)

Rundown on yo' stepper
Boy yo stepper he go stepped on
Shot 'em in his head with
That fake ass vest on
You act

Yeah
Aye yo this music shit don’t ever stop bro
My voice might be gone a little bit,
But aye, you gon hear what I’m sayin,
Ya feel me?
Aye
Real talk

Subtracting you haters one by one deep is how we fuckin come
Rat-tat-tat-tat b-izz-ack full of teflons
Peepin through my mask Im leavin my eyebrows

got connects up in them cells I can get u bitched by yo bunkie
It's good I'm out the trap but man  I really miss my junkies
Hoes lyin on my dick bitch u

Yo you see that bird, yo she thick, God damn
Too much?
Now that I'm being me, it's the best way I could cope
With a Dollar and A Dream, cause my

Family ties like how many times I been by yo side
Every time you had to slide I been down to ride
Even when my clothes was wrinkled still stayed with that

that they was there for me
Fighting fighting
Stop the cappin you know you gone fold on me
The lyin chit is really gettin old to me
Guess being alone is

bouta get smeared in the dirt
And we bouta eat it
Fuckin cycle of the earth
Get yo water right
They gon' poison you
Imma mofuckin' killuh
You already know

the drop, I'm pushin' up I really do this shit often
You a bitch, you ain't gon' spend, stop all that talkin' on that gram
Befo I catch yo bro and stretch yo