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bout ya racks cause a young nigga had to get rich on his own

When I die bitch don't post in my comments
Niggas broke it don't pay to be honest
You can't

aye
Flash ya pack I might grab it aye
Best friend an automatic aye
Young n***a Ima savage aye
Y'all don’t dig what I'm trapping aye
No choice to keep me

people by side
Indoor kush i'm in the Sky on me they used to lie
Now for me they would like say for me they would die
That shit all a lie
Foreal
We out

the Glock, you gon' die by the Glock, so my goals I just gotta pursue it
Niggas wanna talk that fuck shit, slid down your block in four doors and I'm cruisin

make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s

baller like the Rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple
Roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming, "Cock-a doodle doo
" fuckers
Coke by

get into this lets take a little leap
Back in time before this shit get really deep
Selling cocaine this shit was far from cheap
Little by little

Tell them nigga's
Nobody shoot with Ricky Mars
Or we gon' rob yo' ass
Ricky

They got Wooski on the mix

So much questions for the Lord
Keep

life
We was young so we always got into stupid fights
Our dad would try and tell us that we need to be kind
Cus one day your brother might be all you

I know consistency is key
But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I'm

finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
They say the good die young, so I added some
bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over

homies there gone ride we live and die by the gun
They was scared to come outside cause you might die where I'm from 
Nothing but murda on my mind to stay

I'm in this bitch posted up by the store
Got a Glock on my hip better duck when I blow
Mama was on my ass had to scrape a bag
Had to get this shit

a soul
They might try lining me
Aint goin by myself
I promise u gone
Have to die wit me
11 thousand in
One month
Im starting to
Get my motion back
Taking

bankroll
I'm gone still be here but money come and money go
Never heard of trusting hoes they pogo
Never break that bro code
The good die young that equals

Broke man, broke man, best go sit up on that side that's what you chose man
Your brother die you go get back that's how it goes man
Call up for

Broke man, broke man, best go sit up on that side that's what you chose man
Your brother die you go get back that's how it goes man
Call up for

the way. Get rich or die trying, I'd rather die than stay the same. Imagine years going by and realising you haven't changed.

You ever had to think, if that

I ain't friendly you against me or with me
Don't need the pistol my hands lethal send some shots to your kidney

Smoking dodo by my dolo bitch I'm

watched the dreams of wandering wise men fade and die

It's an ancient melody, it's a playwright's tragedy
It's a werewolf's thesis un-corrupted by the moon

my thrifted Js
Years passed me by
Nothing came my way
Except failed business plans every night and day
Stuck in a four by eight
Making beats all day

familiar

Mix it with the addy, lick sent me the addy
If I die today, yall better still At me
Sabi kid wonder, Bars 8th wonder
Brought to you in part by

Underground Kingz

UGK

Underground Kingz

2007

know who the truth, when they in the booth you know who the trill
So fuck how you feel, we make you pay by the pound
Recognize when you fucking around,

canceled
Young buck, dumb fuck
I'm two guns up, "Ryde or Die" 'til the sun's up
"Gangsta and a Gentleman" dog, I got class
I'ma send a bunch a roses