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raised by the Music Man
Don't act like I don't know my-

I'm not gonna be one of these wanna be's
That you see when you unlock your iPhone screen
I wanna

hate that I still fucking try to keep you by my side
When you ain’t down to ride
And you say it ain’t appropriate time for this shit
And you know that’s

Here for the ones
Sing this song

I'm here for the ones that's dead and gone
And never had the chance to sing this song
And didn't make they music

you trust in here)

Keeping it G with G’s,
(But it ain’t that much in here)

Y’all really gotta stop watching my pockets 
And watch what you doing
Just

lasting
They'll always be my babies. Even when they're fifty, if I'm alive
Days gone by. Inspired to see the morning
They give me cause for breathing in my

started up 
See op on the roads and we parking up
50 pack in my jeans just to start it up 
Double back on ya treesh when the party done 
All these niggas

it get to me
I'm in a tomb, hope you coming soon
He got caught in the loom and consumed by a spider
Sneak dissing on the web, that's real suicidal
He

lonesome
Where's all the support for a youngin' tryna blow up? (Ohhh)
I love that girl to death cause she always showed some when they showed none
Feelings

If you riding in this car
By law you got to shoot your fye for Me
My opp became your opp
When you chose to raise your to ride With me
Four deep in

smoke out
I’ll behead all the critics that said
I’m dead and would roll out
You know now
That there’s no doubt
Only love and
I’m here to stay
Ammunition

these niggaz out here cappin had her captivated
Trap nigga and they want me trapped
But nigga fuck that I ain't never goin back

I just need somebody

the money I should take her out to eat
But like 50 said a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
I can't cap that, make a diss record I cant clap back
I rather

did it by mistake

"Man, this 50 fucking grimey
Got my spot shot up
I think he tryna line me 'cause I
Want to take his product "
Nigga, fuck with me,

change
Leave your bitch around my gang
Then she fair game
Gets so hot, you standin' near a flame
Twenty thousand on my wrist
Fifty on my chain
Club owners

time (baby girl let's spend some time!) yeah
Bay I need you by my side (my side)
The girl is mine
When you fall I'm here to pick you up (I'm here to pick

baby let's go!
CHORUS 3:
OUTTRO:

Published by:
50/50 Global Muzik Publishing/Sony Music Publishing/Orchard

switch up got my brothers on the payroll
Said I want fifty dub sack by the payload
Mac ten scope with fifty round Draco
Need guap cheddar get chips need

Wrong wrong
When I hit they phone phone phone!
I was down had the weight on my Shoulders
I guess that's why I'm on a Roll roll roll roollllll
Chop it up

(abodie!)
Pool party by 2:30
I no dey dull oh, that kind thing
Come with your friends and your rich aunties
Imeme (eh)
Nno enye si ndenghe ('nno enye si

She just turned 21 like Slaughter gang, that pussy gon' get slayed
My niggas goin' gorilla we from the jungle like we raised by apes
Bad bitch call me

different (I knew it)
Never worried 'bout my past (never)
Fell in love with your mind (your mind)
Been admiring that ass (that ass)
Buck 50 on the dash (dash)

come with a wire
Tre fifty seven that bitch shootin fire
You gotta red dot my green dot is brighter
Money the motive I never get tired
Black Money

many hoes in the Sprinter
I done put like 8 inside that bih
VVS diamond they shinin'
I put fifty pointers around my wrist
Better not come 'round with

There when the champagne pouring (that Möet)
But gone when the check gone, that ain't love
Smiling all up in my face
Talking 'bout me till the next one