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I'm only goin' to give (three minutes) out of the six.
Something's wrong ( 3 minutes), I can feel it

Satan is sick. From sucking my dick.
I think

going on (going on)

Focus
Yeah baby just focus (yeah)
Ah put it in motion 
Is you staying, is you going out? (going out)

Harbored into my emotions I

money it's funny, how they sell it back
Niggas in the trap, women are out here selling ass
Lack of access to endeavors we're much better at
These ignant

(Did not) do it would've been in filth
If I aint (Did not) sell it anger would've built,
Then would've been wrong if someone got killed
I cannot fake

a bullet for each other
cnd all we ever wanted was a lover
cnd we would rule the town
Lay down, way down in the cracks
cnd we would sell our souls and we

feet under
Lay there stuck in the mud
What a shame
I do this to show my skill not for fame
Step out my comfort zone
While in search of a challenge
Like

made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by a throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once

about, op, ops, ops
Popping off, without getting caught, blah blah blah
Fucking, y'all knock it off, yawn, y'all get a job
Getting called out, by a wash

Don't know the vibes, you wasn't hustlin' then (niggas wasn't outside)
I had 'em two for the five, we was really outside 
When cousin Dude'll sell you

(nuh-uh)
Got racks in my pants, I can't hold up my britches
My bitch and my gun bad, they both got extensions
Better get up and go get to the money, you

screamin' why not
Reppin' my block to the casket
Don't ask questions don't wanna be asked
Move out wanna move beat of my own drum
To my own nobody reppin' me

redundant, I'll separate your body from soul
Now your body is cold, spiraling out of control
Now you're over there, body odor is pungent
For coming out

barking up the oak but never show ya tail
Don't be a bitch, like the kids do, show and tell
I sell out shows, that nigga got his soul for sale
"Kaching"
If

you never let me clue you in
Mrs. Peacock got the warm gun with a blue cardigan
You get mad and smash things like Kylo Ren
You just gotta chill out

the hood we surrounded by drugs all day

Battle for the number one high, so dirty
It's been stolen, eyes can't focus
I'm on my own supply
No money I won't

know
They looking at me like what’s going on
I promised them I’m going super hard
But the politics got me stressed out
Man it’s who you know and who you

living out of a van
When I had a part time job, Obamacare worked for me
When I worked as a sub, they called me "Mr. G."
In the desert
Where the Joshua

seen a hunnid bands 
When I put a gun to my head act like I'm wiping my nose 
That mean I'm ready to kill a n**** and smell a n**** that told
These

money, bitch, just like a pastor
Demon on radio, call me Alastor
Clawing your ass, aggressive like a raptor
Not in the streets, sell my shit undercover
Go

on the line
Look at the traction (traction)
Look at what happened (bitch)
Heard that these niggas don't sell any tickets
So how they went platinum? Yeah

Money & Power

Yukmouth

Godzilla

2003

[Verse 1]
Struggle til you bubble, hustle til you make your money double
Triple, quadruple, it's crucial out here
Business as usual, we'll shoot you

motha’ f**** i’m fine
Learn and do it by myself, yea i’m one of kind
I been practicing patience, i been taking my time
Thats why i always zone out when i’m

it for the genius side of music
In Atlanta and i'll be
Damned if i bothered by a
Nigga with a problem
No longer art it's just some
People and their

motherfuckers mind
I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all motherfuckers dyin'
We gon drive by
We walk up and do these Niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot,