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Lyri
Yo
Haze, What up?
Good Lookin'

Search for inspiration 
I read bout pappy mason 
Hit Jamaica on vacation 
God bless my dead (What up)
Prayers

As I proceed
To get mo' cheese
I ain't choose life
But I chose me
Bitch I'm in the game
Not in the nosebleeds
I don't need no fame
Who need to know

get those
I gat to pay money I gat to show some dough
If I don’t show some dough
They won’t come close
They think am a devil but am an angel tho
But

ain’t brand new

I spend my money like a boss man do, them 50s pink but they hundreds blue, gon smoke my weed tryna kill my mood, I drink my brew it ain’t

the signal 
I know what that mean Shid we finna roll 

Mocha too cold I threw her them racks 
When she put her head right by her toes 

Cash out on a bitch

Open yo oyos and see me blow like a cuarenta-cinco
For all my negros and chicas from thee GO

Pesos, dead gringos
Peep all my lingo
Money talks

royal
I pull up on your block opps be running in slo-mo

These bitches be talking bout past and my rumors
I did what I had to do streets made me make some

gone 
Yea by tonight we gone stuff em in AL Capone  like Money Mike if ya owe me we kicking In ya door with dem metal sticks 

How tf ya broke with no

and Folk,   Latin Kings and Loc   Them folks is at my throat ,   Heard I'm movin' blow, like that movie Blow   Boston George M.O.   Say the flow ain't

them bricks living with my mother
Got betrayed by a hoe and never trust another.
Counting paper while they talking keep leveling up
I got mo money than

Hook: 
Been through hell no i dont wanna cry no mo
When that money calling yea i gotta go
Cocrete philisopher i be preaching on these track im

Capers/I Aint No Rapper I Just Spit Game/Nigga Watch Ya Speed Stay In Yo Lane/We After Money Y’all After Fame/Say Bitch Nigga We Are Not The Same/Whippin

really doin that shit/ most of that crap is an act that’s it/ be you stop tryna be someone else/ it’s OK to look up to someone that’s good fo yo health/

can’t control but still I create
And kill em by a landslide leaving no debate
Who’s great
I’m waking in baking in slo mo hitters staying on go though
I’m

right on me
New cloth, and that fit look like right on me
No play business, man no funny
I need it chop chop, Chale we chop money
Ya PYT, wan' kick it

understand understand
Limited coke Living in smoke
Sippin the po-shin
Swimming slow mo-shin
Feelin like I am im-potent
Hollerin cuz we got tolerate
Dammit

puis
Rap mo niou geuna Izy louñu lén di amél
O Shit
Préjugés ay sound melni simpson
Tim réw mi ak dolé yoré trace place king kong
Mais Douma débat
Lamégn

fees
Shrink a nigga pockets now
He noddin trynna talk to me
But you was just so big nigga
I though you the boss of me
Better call yo friends for money '

got the mince and
I am the big man, all about FIGJAM
High on the stakes
Go by with my kinsman, fry up a steak
All in a non stick pan, I don't wanna get

tryna show skill
Don't post me on IG can't be on yo reel
The persona fake but the ass is real
I roll up the runtz bro nem cracking a seal
Who the fuck

Used ta smash ah biii who christian
But didn't practice her religion

Bit ah billz im fuckin bendin
No mo money Ive been spendin

Build a green fuckin

s the handicap for my chick
Everybody with a pistol claim they shit got a switch I like it Manual walk up blam' ya
Park the car by the bricks ain't for discussion

Let's go, we ain't playin' games no mo
New flow, say it ain't so
Reice got too many tracks in the bag, code Red nigga Leez back in the lab
Pardon my

god took my hands and wrote this shit for me
I got a job, got off my ass
and got some more money
Patience getting thinner when you know
That you a born