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blow my high
'Cause I been going through withdrawals

Gotta check my deposit, I been gettin' outta pocket
I've been eatin' all this brunch
(Aww,

night lit
Or Saturday night out with a bad chick
We still mix the hits, check the logic 
academic wit from the projects
Project homage no disguise it’s

County, plan to stay so I'm gone need a throne
Cops drive right by see it's me I'm smoking dope
Get up my out way, you in my way, you needa mind yo own

Bout to take a leap of faith
I couldn't just keep playing
No cards aren't really my game
People talk a lot of race
Short distances they run but don't

Dust off my coat
It's getting risky now
Can't even leave the house
Force me to think about
What I'm suppose
I need to venture out
Find me another

acres
I'm singing all these memories I've had of this city
Lots of love,laughter, right up next to Mississippi
Let's go to bourbon and have us a good time

the scene
Real different, I might mix 574s
With some Tru Religion jeans
NBs that you never seen cause you ain't even seek
Ooh, I'm getting off topic
But

gotta check myself before I leave the house
Real is hard to come by these days so I'm careful with the ones i keep around
I been saying shit that ya'll

can't wait for no handout, i'm bound to get impatient
Nigga talking crazy, he a end up as a patient

Got kash by my side swinging dreads like a Haitian

the break, 

Tryna break the bank..

Curry with the range...Boogie in the paint..
Got a lot to say, flexin call me Dray..
Shoot my shot today, Splashin call me

the finger snap of Thanos
Rip your heart out your chest ruthless like Kano
Mix of mud and blood on the checks that they wrote
Everyone should have wisdom they

Know What I'm Sayin'

Bright Eyes

Who Is Mike Jones? [Bonus Screwed & Chopped Disc]

2005

holla back,
we packing gats and smoking sacks.
Pimping these young hoes,
and my bank roll sits swoll,
got me tipping on fo fo's nigga.
I'm bout

On the road to riches
Keep a four pound for obstacles
In the inner pocket of my mobster suit
Where I'm from a bum'll kill you over
A crumb and not lots of loot

by day
Can't have no regrets
All at the bank
Deposit my checks
After I drop
Nigga then what's next
Fuckin these bitches
1 by the 2
I'm back in the lab

A Day in the Life

Diamond and the Psychotic Neurotics

Stunts, Blunts & Hip-Hop

1992

order so I bust this shower
Get dressed, but first my mind gets blessed
Not words, but best cess compressed in a Phillie
Silly of me, to think that I

Check that watch on my wrist, that's nice
Though casio here to keep the price low
TK Maxx in the wardrobe
Audi on the drive out the front, though

You know, if you don't know who I am by now
My name is Lil B, shouts out to the world
Check me out!

Most people are divided up
Like it's Apartheid
I

pretty young things
She say she like my voice but I don't sing
I'm nothing like her last dude what's his name?
I make a lot of sense like my pocket change

I go to the bank and I make a withdrawal
Lucky seven spinning up in my brain
I don't like being mentioned with all of y'all fakes
I'm so tired

Runnin' digits, stackin' it, yuh
Kept accounts in my mattresses, yuh, yuh
Been told em' I'm about to rack it in, Ayy
Poppin' off, now they tappin'

panties
Wake up in your dreams today and go and chase a check tomorrow

My life ain't a meme today, this glizzy at your neck lil boy
900 the evil way, I

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

time to mix it up
Catalina wine, why you always call my phone, thinking that I'm home?
Tryna' check on me like everywhere I go
Know that I can't be

promise to stay in my bag, keep it real here
Man this a toast for a New Year

Scenic views with mimosas by the ocean
Be the reason I'm in tuned tryna keep