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rack (Sum Money)
The money Im making you'll neva see that 
I was flashing the money But You was to sweet (Running Off)
Left me wit the pack I had to go

wrist don't got time for back n forths on gahh
I thought I was ready forrrr She got some luv Ian had before
Ian havin it top of her class I got

fucked wit da fham eatin' one meal a day
Sometimes it feels like every other day
Workin' dem night I be out wit da K
I be dyin' inside but I keep smilin'

it left to the right
Throwing cash all night

Fuck her good I left her right
Ass go
Fiasco
I'm riding wit da rascals
Choppa back do
Snipe you through

say you a Opp then we smokin em nigga 
You say that's yo man's you can go wit him nigga 
The price is the price ain't no lowerin nigga 
I'm trynna fill

Life's not wut i imagined
With all the changes
It feels like I'm drowning my sorrow
If I could have anything I would have you n tomorrow
All of my luv you

Label get me stripper bitches cuz my loyalty fucked up
I make racks n then I argue homie told me I'm bucked up
Got put on by 21 she 21 I lucked up

me got agendas, I be watchin' while they plot
Hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got

All the rejection, I'm catchin' hell, flashback

ten and hit the ignition

I'm lit as it gets,n so get-n'it's the limit, 'bout to dig in til my spirit's uplifted
Twisted up in wit a sickenin tension,

sittin in my head then
-uncle died of one so I figured I’m jus a dead man
-maybe that’s the  reason  I’m season n been a menace
-always had to fight pain n

throwback we sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell naw dat don't sight me!)
I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace
Ear piece icy they

So Much Drama

Magic

Ghetto Organized

1998

peers
Who's to blame for my muthafuckin' 
Pain that I'm feelin' inside

Well nigga don't cry keep your head up and roll wit' this pressure
Control

spilling blood till I can’t mo write
The book a Eli walk by faith n not by sight
Was fuckin wit wrong ones dat would text before dey call first
Bitches that

wit ya fortune cookies
In my diamier bag
Ya bitch steady choosing
She luv a nigga getting bread
Ducked off in a spot
Chilling by the sand
It's ya boi

bite / I’m shine’n brighter than yeh flash lights / 

They really be mad they fuck wit me / once you get it in then you stuck wit me / ain’t wit

FaceTime Need you alone let’s take flight
She know I’m that N**** she can tell
I’m winnin’ by the way I’m spending damn a N**** paid
Tryna get up with me see

niggas inna car
Passing sum blunts yea we all gon get high
Ik sum bitch niggas wish they'd die
I'm wit my bruvah I ain't scared of the ride
I'm jus scared

ain't trippin over pussy cats cuz I'm wit my dawgs n my dalmatians
We be high n plotting domination
Prescribe weed like a doc patient
Gettin money is my

I Think They Like Me

Da Brat

Now Party Hits!

2007

throwback we sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell naw dat don't sight me!)
I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace
Ear piece icy they

and I'm running a sprint
Erase the pain in your life can get tough
Changing your hate and then turn it to love
That is a switcharoo kangaroo jump
Not

I’m tryna better er
Coulda been playa but bitch I’m the coach
I’m Dishin out plays to the veterans
tell she lame by the niggas she fuck wit
Showed me

Hook:
How long you been up in the lab n-gga 
ALL DAY
Somebody told me you could rap n-gga
ALL DAY
Tryna to make couple racks
ALL DAY
I see you stay

play dem games we bout to spray dem thangs
Cock back straight n aim my heat’ll make his brain
Splatta out his body on da wall to display da pain
I keep

If nigga pocket watching he a broke nigga
Ion got no time to waste ima go getter
Fuck a four i pour a 8 and serve sum wit it
I got bitches by