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Started with a penny, then I flipped that bitch into a 5
All my niggas throwing up the 5 but I don’t rep the 5
Push yo shit back, for sneak dissing
This heaven sent little angel that was threatened by me
I think it's finally time that you just accepted defeat
Cause I got a whole army of people who
was just like you up until it all changed
Remember me when everything starts to look strange
Remember me, the kid with the odd surname
Under moonlight
revealin' hidden tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura
Twist the dank up, them niggas with math is back up
Watch he act up,
oh cent, back down, had to eat the top ramen by the pack owww
Hit-boy said price snap now
Fuck that you're hogging the mic, lemme rap now
Make
manager, this is a massacre
But ain't over with, I'm coming out swinging with an open fist
You know the bizz you don't wanna roll with this
Better be warned,
dudes
Sail away with the big boats, in this freaking chains
Call it whatever u call, I call it slave trade
Did all the hard Labor, America now
Stronger
niggas in the past
Digging a hole had to get a shovel
I'm like who the fuck are you please remind me
I got good drugs baby come find me
Y'all niggas sleep
Laughs
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yo
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really popping
Niggas really asking why I be so cocky
You should ask your sister why
only work for Peace
If everyone believed in Peace the
Way they say they do we'd have Peace
The only thing wrong with Peace
Is that you can't make no
never play the game by the book
If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass
Cause the IRS,
Is gonna take yo stash
<you can't take my money, you
a old typa chemistry
First glance you won't know the intensity
First glance you won't know the extremity
Jordan pip 50/50 the symmetry
Two way with
niggas we won't ever change
Bitch I rep OTV that's to the grave
We catch a nigga it's K's
Pop out philly with my AA's
Pat got Pateks they jump out the face
like Django
So wassup, these niggas acting lame bruh
Two 40’s filled with hollows they ain’t got no names on em
You ain’t gang so stay in your lane fool
BMFBG nigga you already know we hustlin'
Juggin' ain't you reps up
OVO BMG
Hold up, cook up splash it with the water
Yeah I'm runnin' round Georgia
collide
And you always seem to survive any cards you've been dealt
So tell me where you're currently at with your physical health (okay)
And while I
than I can stand and I'm the man who sets it right again
Bust they in the lip and the bitch will never bite again
You ain't gettin' with my Nubian
fryin'
The family's behind you if you're worthy
Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey
Troops with scully hats and Timberland
Aye, yo, check this out
You ready?
SB’s on my feet
Gold on my neck
Skate with my homies
We popping em decks
SB’s on my feet
Gold on my neck
Skate
beanie
Hey boy, what's the case I can tell by your face
When you're in the wrong place
When you're in the wrong game
And your rhymes are lame
And you sound
Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
It drove lots of men to die with no name
I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous
to many with these fleas be cheesin like McD's
Burgers, I'd hurt 'er, if she gave me somethin crazy
If you want a rapper,the just say weezy f baby
Pause..
just need me a pound
Supercharge v12 can tell by the sound
Don't know no percussion but keep 50 rounds
Huh
Keep sticks like a forest
Can't fuck with
made me rich
You lookin' at who made me rich
I have some wins, some losses
Just a life of a god damn boss's
With the top off, lookin' for a girl with
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