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Why
Christ has made me this fly
I
Shine all day
How
Christ has made me this way
 
VERSE
I pass on the grass
I roll with the King
Not green
That's

for y’all
And if by chance, this is my finale
Drop me seven blocks from the original addy
I’ll take a spot on Remsen where the plots are all grassy

to sniff white lines
Commit white collar crimes and hit white dollar dimes
This one white bitch in the white Benz used to fuck white men
And like to sniff

the scraps
And then tell you to scrape
American Dream is greed for green
By any means
Go get you some dollars
If you want some power
I'm flexing my intellect

Flash a toothy in the rear
Real sincere
Was he heaven sent?
Just a gospel near
If he leavin in a dash
Where’s the psyche at 
Wears my patience flat

It's electric, stay out if you've got gas
I get the green discount on the New York EZ pass

My style is clean, use it to swab your nostril
Take me

don't see the clock we tick to
And they don't see the signs
Like a lot of icthus
We take long shots like we got a missle
And try to hit a few with these

(Hello!)
I like pie, green Jell-O likewise
"Do you think that you would ever
Pray at church or marry my type?"
Now you understand that I am that stereotype

going sniper
Slimy TiAN, viper in the pit a known striker
Weezy like that lighter when it flick they going hyper
This aint green its gasoline
You been

stand to lie
Find me chasing dreams y'all can't ever find me standing by
Respect my elders while I filter through their bad advice
They always have

Once Again (Here to Kick One for You)

Grand Puba

So...How's Your Girl?

1999

and buy homes like Larry
I be smoother than Tal, Sharp-ton like Al
When you ballin everybody want to be your pal
No dilly-dally, baggin up the shorter alley

and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was

action
I wanna see numbers in action
I wanna see numbers in action
I wanna see numbers in action

Yo can ya send me what I called for
Like green

tonight
I eat oxtails and collard greens (are you 'brack' (black)? )
Nah, I'm Taiwanese, bitch! Letme flip the script
Hit this switch Get this chick on my

Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't

(Tweaker) mm, mm, mm, mm
(Yung Star on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I done got green from the
Yeah

the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright

instinct
Pull the wool on hoes, make them wanna steal a mink
See I haven't even hit the brink yet
I won't forget when that bitch's ass hit me on the swing

Hitting up the tarmac
I'm a Super Spy
Like James Bond with a private eye
For the best eloquent is how I fly
Private jet gassed up, time to hit

flow is super efficient
Your hoe is soon to be missin'
My future soon to be written, I pop like prescription
I rap like addiction
Set off to make hits

been for the streets
So she prolly gon cheat bro

Said my whole album trash
I'm like Thanks for the play cause he know it was heat tho
Like I care what

[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be

My President

Flo Rida

Platinum Beats 2009

2009

Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you

liquor all night, green juice all day, life's all about balance, listen (yee)
Think before you talk, there might just be some goons around us (ayy)
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