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I'll die by my lonely
Fuck is you saying 
Nigga quit playing 
I get the job done 
I put bricks on yo head
Shoot you where you stand 
You niggas is scared

Verse


They don’t know 
The rules

Bad bitches lit 
Be by
The pool

Now they up 
In the room

Smoking gas

Hiding 
The fume
Wit perfume 

I need yo

Still pull up
Up a roll
Still pull up
In the latest on you niccas
Plus we better
Then before
Way mo' cheddar
Then before
You can smell it
Through the door

feeling
You betta eat by yourself
if that's how you get it
It's a cold world out here

We all got a choice
Either struggle or hustle
I got up my muscle
Now

don’t know that what I got is golden
I got that lockdown on me, It’s a lot out here won’t it
He can take it, or Ill pass it, mo money fuck all this love

on my Trues
Sorry I ain't have a clue
Do my money dance
Peel the gas, you see me sliding through
If you thought that it was safe, pussy boy we

fold
A circle with Jamla written in script like on scrolls
It's been a while we been bubblin' underground like [Mo?]
She got a goal to be married by

Daily Duppy 32 edition it's my birthday
Celebrate with
Me hang tight SOS on this though
Mikey and Mo words

I nearly broke my back trying to hold you

lonely/
Final Level, Mo Thugs the best.. yo we/

Always make it bang. Let my nuts hang/
Born a Cali boy. It's an everyday thang/
Pour it up and say fuck it.

Can't Keep Livin

Young Buck

Hip Hop Helps: After the Storm

2005

Life ain't 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty
24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me
Y'all ain't livin' how I'm livin', one mo' week

Nowadayz

Jaylib

Champion Sound

2003

comin
And I'm, runnin away, cause it's time to play
Nowadays chickenheads all wanna date a DJ
MC, sport star, nigga with some mo-ney
That means locked

yeah) yo, yo

Certain man angles bent (strange)
Forty shots from a eighth of dark
I was tryna make sure that the fraction stretched
Bro said, "We're

the wanting
And If u still sitting down
You're on a long thing
If there's being any rap so fly yo
It has to be done by another Mi

Hey hey why u dey run you

Aye yo you hear this shit
This shit sound like a sexy song
Or some shit

This that going somewhere Johnny type music

Ladies and gentlemen I would

nigga I'm from Queens)
(Ayo-yo-yo shoutout to all my niggas man)
(Queens, New York, and worldwide baby)
(You know what it is, Queens get the money)
(Aye,

side that's when you evolve
And that's how u kno if your the Great1, On God

Mo money the Merrier (Yea) Streets gettin scarier (Yea)
Turned me

the bag
Got a hunnid mo in
I took the bag and bought some land
Then we started growin
Jet lagged bickin' back
Somewhere by the ocean
I think I got these

This paper gone make me paper
If wavey give it the pen touch
This stage of wavey life take it day by day
And make it influx
This bag running out

who I am
I just need a couple bands
I been feeling sad, bet the money cheer me up though
Feeling like the matrix, she gon shake that ass in slow-mo
Will

Yeah that boy slimmed down
But shady is not me
So it’s back to the lab again yo
You know me
Buick in my grip was circa 03
But the Prius that I whip

a Tesla and I want it covered in chrome
Everyone talking they won’t they won’t leave me the fuck alone
Honeys is flocking but I gotta stay in my zone
Money

Vision, I been up every night
Cuz the thought of Mo Money has been Stuck In My Mind, hoe
Alright
Switch it up
Yeah
I'm going apeshit, guerilla
Not animal

bad her friend bad too I'm tryna hit em both
Every time they think I'm letting up bitch I drop some mo
Wanna rap beef cause I ain't post yo mixtape

can't turn off
We Already loss too much just paying cost
When You double yo money they double the cross
Government on my bout paying the tax, I gotta keep