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enough change to get us up outta here
And that's all it is, Stoney
We need some real money

These niggas can't smoke or can't drink with me (at all)

moving
I can be the teacher and the student
Room for some improvement
Only thing on my mind is getting to it in every aspects
Take break look back on where

spinning
Spin again, spin again
I am not talking benz
Real conscious

I know shit niggas would kill for if they was politics
So mentally think about it
I'm

scream for this is my theme park.

Let it breathe
Well Ima let it breathe out
Just let it breathe
Yeah Ima let it breathe out

More money more problems
But I’m in Chelsea with a blonde ting
I came a long way from college licking shots and eating porridge
Only real bosses

through all the night there's no time for rest
I look at the moon's centre ignoring all the crest
She is the inventor of whatever phase that next
Begins in

is only once in a lifetime 


She say a mistake when she send me a picture
Skin smooth it never bit by mosquito
Me never drunk me never under no liquor

a bit of pleasure
There's no time for little leisures, the joy is found in these measures
I wrote my heart in some letters, they're cosigned by

to snow caine, get blown by thots,
Now I show change, for the class at the school of hard knocks,

Hear the weight in my words, spittin bricks of yay,

Ballin in the trench with my orphans
Blocc life
Real deal
Hood stars
Book smart
Street smart
Baby I'm a rockstar
See I got you vibin' to the guitar

so I aint never been a plug or a runner/
Remember shootings at the park and I was duckin for cover/
They got my cousin in the pin for a minute 11

a rack on it
All my niggas is savages
Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages
See your girl on the ends
Now she wanna be friends
I look in her

is extravagant
Heated leather that's the lavish shit
Serenaded by the baddest bitch
Who once told me I ain't have the shit
I double park outside

phone
He said we're locked in
Just cause I'm shotting him packs
I said your mad
This is business
You play with your nose
Are you not just sweating for

need for
Self preservation like they don't care if they endanger people
Pull up on the curb and park, then we head inside
Just to grab a candy bar, but

as your jeans is
Your mine forever and I meant it
Baby let's ride and get high by the palm trees
Can't really help that these bitches is salty
Spending

Smoke gas for catch you
Live my own life
That's how we do

Pull up park in  blue spots That be illegal
Get blue money get it fast real legal
Gun on my

shock the culture like it's not apart of tradition
Real hustler you can tell by ambition, want a golden patek I ain't want no nixon
I been in the booth

Owng! (Roar) Corona Virus! Corona Virus! (Roar)
The (@@@@) is getting real!
Corona Virus!
Chores in this house
There's some chore's in this house

80's
A real Grady Baby
They say we killed hip hip
But, shit, I say we saved it
In Atlanta
Is where I learned to fly
And all the girls have dreams

Yo Yo uh Yo

This is park bench prophecy
This is my philosophy
The illest tales realest lives all come out of poverty
With no remorse
And we offer no

liquefy tracks, I fire breathe on the mic
Oh no! They unleashed the dragon like Komodo
The high road is not for me, that's why I roll solo
The Lord

low with the cro
That's a couple of bros
And they gon' go for real
Walk with the gwap and I'm stiff
Molly her jaw, it be lokcing for real
I cannot

when I thought all the movies were real
I miss my ouma sitting reading Danielle Steel
I miss the first childs play and Jurassic Park
I miss Jake