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screaming all night she woke up horse
Either way I need me some money coming some sort
Am I still trapping is a pig's pussy pork
You can tell by my walk that

what imma regret the shit, how imma regret some shit that made me, me? Everything, the shit I did that made me, me so why the fuck imma change that?

and envy as chalices empty
Callous, wimpy, and dingy
So foul that I'm cringing
Be proud that we shifting the balance
So your pallet is cleansing
If you're

of the sort, that's nothin' well
Do you discriminate me 'cause I'm your biggest fear
Parents, teachers, kids, can I get some cheers? (Yayyy)
Hey, that's what I'm

Wanting war boy you know we got weapons all sorts
Uzis bazookas a kukri some rugers a ninja star scimitar forty four colt
If you dont know me got passion

masters
Livin' the same
Forget the fame, I can't rest a second alone
I got homeland security tappin' my phone
But here's a warning to the
Government that

I'd like to know
Are you really for some super-dynamite soul?
The amazing Mr beat-Beat himself
The hardest working beatbox in showbusiness
Ready

Gimme some peace and I'll get em pieces
To show their niggas they're steezing
Been in it for hella seasons, I'm seasoned
I got the ATM seizing from all

batter
But I swung too early now look what happened huh
This some new shit
This that rip speakers in two shit
This that don't care
Make you move shit
Too

a second thought of hope brought to it's knees
Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see?
 
Seven guns for degradation
Three cheers for

and decrease the size of your hole's
Always throwing your voice around like you were holding a microphone
Hoping to find some sort of atonement
Showing a lot

the ethic must've sparked some sort of a buzz
'Cause come September, I was in a cypher with DJ Pain 1
Who had produced for artists I grew up listening to
From

war
And I'm fighting for a higher cause
Kings blood, tainted by some dark liquor
Arroyo Road dawn with some Glocks nigga
Olde English in my goblet
4

that's the truth 
I wanna see you do what I do 

I like Benjamin's Washington's and Jackson's too 
Love the Lincoln man Abraham 
By the age of 2 
Need

the sideways
So I need mine

Chasing money by the second
Niggas bullshitting, wasting time
Put a waste to grind
Hate fine

I'ma be a millionaire before my body

ashamed
Mom and dad was fighting like some dogs and cats
We was out of money, mixing colors at the laundromat
I was in the second grade playing with my

popular
Sometimes the leader is the mole
Leader is the mole
Surrounded by "McShiesty" they dress nicely
But they're rotten to their soul
Their Soul
Very

the earth has no ceiling, who stops us to try?
The righteous falls 6, gets up a 7th time
If a baby falls quick, it gets up a second time

It's early in

Money on my mind

(Wahalaah)

60 seconds to 60 minutes hustling
Spinning on my grind 365 no slacking
Grinding 2Four7 to 360 active

The boy no the sleep

to light

We coulda had it all 
The sun, the moon, the stars 
But you out here in them streets 
Just like some groceries 
Seven years no ring 
You’ll never

10,000 a night
Told myself I had to balance the work and the play
Lost my voice the whole month from talking all day
Cuz everybody want a piece of this

And if so
What will it mean
For those who await a king
Some say it'll be a first
Others his second coming
But what do we know
If indeed there was a first

in my thoughts like a bird that never sings
The brain is like a cage with ideas for wings
Weighed down by the crap society brings to the face

a cappella wisdom G I'm manifesting
Understanding understood so there's no need
For keep you guessing, follow me now, see
See I be rocking
The second hand