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turn on your tv I bet you gon see me I'm thanking God right on your cable 
We don't do this for clout 
We cut up the doubt 
We leaving it all

fifty bitches man I ain't gon hit it man
It's all for the image
You was way too extra for me
Now you want my digits
I be rolling up a jet on the daily

wouldn't let the beta die
Build rapport, as he thinking it's something he owe
Asked her out in-person she said, I'll let you know
Likely curved but he gave

to be wealthy in the 50
Of them where you got lucky So
We want to factor a lock out of it
There are really four kinds of luck
Blind luck where I just got

gotta know the difference
It's a crazy world we living in
Everybody want the power and that word, to 50 cent
Tell me why I'm hated by so many, many, many

clean up the style
Yo, Sally's watch it
You seen the chronicles money
I should know ready to power
Bring me that power
Up at this hour
Touch by flower

favorite cause you gotta pack it I'm cleansing my demons by burning this weed
Lost in the sauce had to ex out the frauds 
Nothing was paved had to build all

to punt
Here's your L
Think and grow more you amateur
Just another drug dealer you think
He is the The One Premium Grader
Street price was 50 cents
He

Now it's big face time and I'm Balling on niggas baseline
It's on the wasteline
50 cent that nigga I'll let him taste 9
Then ima chase mine can't breath

been robbed, never been shot
Never been stabbed and I'm not a gangster I'm a Rapper
Grew up on 50 Cent so I know that I'm not a Wanksta
I'm more

That's Propped up by the property
And pardoned by a policy
Monopolies are robberies
We're all left to life's lotteries
They feed us all the novelties
Then

thing that need happen nowadays is my grill
She be cookin' that cotto
While I build up my reign
Yeah, it get all so tasty

Feel like I'm John Prosper

the whole entire world[00:47.11]That's sort of how I feel; a king of direction if you will[00:50.17]I feel like I just took off a blindfold[00:52.10]I'm proud

I’ll spend my life in jail




Made it back to Reno babe and I wagered 50 cents
I turned it to 5000 yes and paid back what was lent


Set out running but

the game ain't the same
You might die young
By barely using your brain

Domesticated niggas
Only know one job
They listen to 50 Cent
And think they know how

Woulda been coulda been fuck an equilibrium
Tryna say that we the same statement by an idiot
You stay near me for benefits all I see is impressionist
Not

he's shot by the system 

I wrote this in blood 
Cold blood 
I wrote this in blood 
Cold blood 
If I was a painter I'd paint you a picture 
Picasso with

Uh-ha

Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't

that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling

The nucleus of it all was the measurement of his finance 
Jill gave niggas the number to the place that they lived
Then took it another notch by inviting them

The nucleus of it all was the measurement of his finance 
Jill gave niggas the number to the place that they lived
Then took it another notch by inviting them

rich or Die trying he was discussing it
He ain't have 50 Cent but he had a fucking vest
We not suppose to question God then who we question God
All

something real that we could build
Im so fed up can touch the ceiling
Hard to talk to always argue off a script but that ain't harm you
Awful listener you are

with him
Showed me 50 Cents "Many Men"
He said they got him once but fucked up cos he ain't dead so he ain't done yet
On and on
And everyone I need in