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and myself and my crazy mind
We just gon' run up this shit in the game
I ain't no beggar, but anyone beggin' to get on my dick
Better know where to stay
'Cause

my business hand
How I stay on top and keep it cool, just like a ceiling fan
Stuck my fingers in her and I told her this my healing hand

All the shit

pension
I'm retired by 20
Made a promise to my guys
We gon ball forever
I'm shooting my shit
In love with the sticks
In love with the bricks
I know I won't

Henceforth my music lives forever but your words die with you
Along with your misdeeds and yet I will continue
To live on in the hearts and minds of fans

bodies no deposit, They gon catch em’ like they Hopkins
(They gon’ catch yea)

Been thinkin when to drop this but my mind been ill like Hopsin’s
(Yea)

the feeling
I ain’t trying to save the world, that’s only how you perceive it
I don’t even fight with my problems, we hold agreements
Who you know could roll

to their own prison bitches. 
Forget what they do. I've stayed true since 
day two of my debut 'til I'm paid dues... 
I can see it now. Cause of death: loss

pension
I'm retired by 20
Made a promise to my guys
We gon ball forever
I'm shooting my shit
In love with the sticks
In love with the bricks
I know I won't

double it
I'm bout to pop the top, I been bubblin'
They want the spot but I do not cut 'em in
They trying to plot my drop, they been huddling

Ah,

love and major pain 
Positive vibes everytime I ride 
But I keep the peace by my side for them negative vibes
Real eyes 
Realize 
Real lies 
We

Yeah
Mic and the drum pad
Fit my studio in the backpack
I was that kid watching MatPat
Now I'm that kid in the top class
Now I got wine fill a tall

it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
By dead presidents
Pianos play on the key of life
As I dabble

a homebody, I ain't got nobody
Ice on my mind like no ones ever heard
Just love everybody, not just somebody
Aspiration, got no patience huh, aye aye

a cock up pon mi conky, me no go waste no talk
Me like dem belly flat and dem cunkoo fat
Dem coulda come one by one or coulda roll in a pack
Nuff feel

things I aint seen that before

So okay okay
You been on my mind all day don't play
I be on the grind all day always I be on the grind all day always

We

I told you before 
It's Jerrywhine on the beat baby
It's the remix baby
Achi Achichichi
Achichichi Achichichi
Ahh yeaahh
Jerrywhine, LucidMinds

of y'all

Where my phone at? Let me
Hit up my home skillet
I heard they top five and
Someone don't bеlong in it
How the spot's taken if I'm not in one?
Thеy

the same shit rotate like a carousel
While I'm fire off the top like, Sheeran or a Haliwell
Only tryna build on and provide for my clientele
Only go in

well done
Might live by the gun,
but keep livin' through my livin' son

Hook: [King T] x4

Outro:
[King T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money,

the same shit rotate like a carousel
While I’m fire off the top like, Sheeran or a Haliwell
Only tryna build on and provide for my clientele
Only go in

that cross my mind sometimes
I know I shouldn't think negative but, what if
What if I don't make it home one day
I wanna be here for my kids, for my

[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]

Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?


(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm

the same shit rotate like a carousel
While I'm fire off the top like, Sheeran or a Haliwell
Only tryna build on and provide for my clientele
Only go in

my paper
I'm greater than all my losses I prevail on top
I said heaven's gate because you'll hail this bop
Okay I'm shooting for stars sometimes I miss