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to face the son of Rime
Monarch G the name that's in all the headlines
Oooo Weee you know not how I shine
I got the kind of rhyme that sends chills up your

Countin money money
F*****g b****s b****s
Countin money stackin riches
Countin my money ain't trusting these chickens
Countin money climbing

Mason jars of kush O.G. 
And fluid ounces increasing bank accounts bitch 
I hear the game calling me right now 

And I can hear it calling in the air

cake low they never me gave no hands
Now they want favours like I owed bands
On that roadside like a pavement
Young g's tryna be some made men
Im just

steppinG on necks lately
I’m wild like a free mason
Now that I’m gone, they chase me
But they’ll never ever catch me
Cause you the one
And I’m the two
All

to the 3k racists, im young Malcolm, but I’m bangen, I’m young Larry Hoover, my nation, go free a nigga like Masons, I been pacen, thoughts walking but racen,

a G.E.D., I ain't no Mason but I got a degree
Whoop
I ain't no Mason but i got a degree
Whoop Whoop
Ayy money bag money bag
Go get that cash, get that cash

The power
Fuck bitches, no better than rap snitches
Only good for washing dishes
While I bust on some hitches
Cuz ima g yah nigga i said g
I can't be stopped

the city Real G's in the city 
My bro still flexing my homies still breathin 
If you trynna stop me motherfucker run fory seven never stops and don't worry

it left side your more to me
Don't be so wrong you know I'm free
Keep the wrist clock or get the D
Eat the fish it ain't kicking G

Never cared they

I'm a clout goblin, I'm a clout goblin
I'm a clout goblin, I'm a clout g-

I'm a clout goblin, I'm a clout goblin
All you rappers chicken best

Keep G's when we just like a Mason (Mason)
Kept a hunnid' wit' them niggas, been franked
(Fah-fah)
I ain't gotta run, no mo' callin' Mosey
Sauve
Risk

I Need Your Love

DJ Luis

Late Night Creep 55

to the good life
We can do dinner time if the mood right
Underwater with the stars and the mood right
I deserve that love to the wife type
Masons, I'm

gon' get swiss cheesed
Do the dash think I'm stoppin Bitch please
Pockets free Mason bitch I got big G's
This a baby chop with a 50 clip

Blender residue

Might of died up in the woods G

And then man it was crazy
We were all back at camp
And Mason Snoreheeze
Came out of the tree line
And He Smiled
And he

[A.G]
Before becoming a runaway slave, here's a taste of
mental slavery.  A backtrack...

("You don't catch hell because you're a Methodist

Get Out My Way

Cormega

Special Edition

2004

and fire loud shit
I'm in the tunnel with the crowd nigga fuck V.I.P
where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G. and Queens feel it when you
pump that Mobb

to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about,
from Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama,

None of this up for debate
If it sounds fishy fillet it
Encompass a g like a mason
Ain't never pacing
I'm tracing steps, no Fitbit
I need a woman who

oh)
And my shooter never miss
He shoot like Curry, this not India
(Oh, yeah) met at the club and now
I'm sinning out with Cynthia (O oh)
My bitch bad,

said I'm a fast hoe
Them bullets curve
Bllt
Straight through yo
Blow out yo back  do
With them Big Masons
I'm talkin' brick ya heard me
Dish Detergent

paste 
Handscramp up like a young free mason
Know its all placed out, you can see in my face

Yea believe it sidekick, yea believe it side piece
Ya'll be

been on a different kind of vibe for the past days
Celebrating everyday like it's my birth day
You ain't top g man you really bluffing
Fuck what you said

running
Tryna hold on tight
And I'm still sending

Please forgive me
Missing medicine, respite
Plus I made a G
Swear this shit done got me hype

Man, it got