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Any given Sunday
You can lose
Don't get greedy
One on One
I'm strapping
Homie locking up like Petey
Thugging by my lonely
She telling me
Put it on her

by a lil nigga that traumatize me
A bitch textin my phone right now talkin bout she feelin me
I ain’t got no feelins I ain’t got no feelins
That’s

the cash then hit bank.
Face card good, what you thought fuck you thank.
Bartender already know my drank.
Discounts at the Marriott.
Valet my whip I don't

black I call my kettle hot
Don't play by the rules I'm the one who breaks them
We going to the bank cuz money is my only friend 

Bounce
Bounce
Bounce

times can begin

If you need good hospitality
Well then, sucker, check your troubles and come sit by me!
Let me figure out your recipe
Yeah, what are

the last time
Talking shit we both know isn't true
But you still run in my mind
Even though it's a lie and I'm just a new game to you
And you're giving me

I got money in the bank
I got drugs in the safe
I got high the other day
I rolled a bleezy that stank
All my niggas think the same
They just wanna

Uh lex With The Records
I go by the name Passport Rav
And what it sound like?

I realize a lot of niggas
Got positions from proximity
No talent

There's a lot of talk
About who's runnin' these streets
All I know is
It ain't you
Dark streets
Echo shuffling feet
As we retreat from the hot spot

and you don't in this Hip Hop race
You cashed a check that your tail can't cash
I push beyond the limits like my name was flash

Seat back trying to do

People talkin but i aint hearin what they say,
Def from tinnitus check on my flight is leavin 8 days,
Im outta town a lot,
I dont wanna stay in my

to trade to know about my whereabouts
I'll give you lots to save, tryna air it out

(Boomhauer)

Yo, seen the devil in a new dress
Strollin' down the street,

Street Life

Screwball

Loyalty

2001

Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow

Wash my

Street Life

Hostyle

One Eyed Maniac

2004

Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow

Wash my

Street Life

Hostyle

Loyalty

2001

Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow

Wash my

Black car on a backstreet, little me asleep on the back seat
Lulled by street lamps and the blackness in between
My parents' argument picking up

on top of the street breaks
B-Boy Records, they taught me to see snake
And what they really are, are cheapskates
To familiar
I get my money off the top

and get me
I got jammed up in macalm county up there by that prison
Every store I hit them bitches flooded with my picture
They got a trail on me from

Dali , heather grey suit , gingham check shirt by canali, popping style in the okay carol , God’s got me , heaven blessed me when i sneezed , mind spirit

you won't see me up there on stage walking around like I'm Satan, punk
If my bank account was a concern, then music wouldn't be the go-to
But I do this

Tortured thought that I could go forward
The pain is more the feeling still linger
Tryna bе sorted out and not poor
But my own people want mе to hinder
It's

night one day everybody gone
Me see poverty but me jump pon
Riches riches riches riches riches
Ten million dollar in my name ah
Riches riches riches

They call me Hot paws.
Sponsored by Bongia, got me all the bongs,
Still roll spliffs, don't get my s*it wrong,
Ding dong,
The dealers open all night

put your hand in the cookie jar


let’s take a good look in 
check under the hood  (do it)
I think you get my meaning 
I think you understood