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I'm bettering every level 
Reinventing the definition of hot, watch

I don't need to peer in the mirror to feel beautiful 
It's a miracle, veering out

y'all building
'Cuz y'all willing to make a cost of all millions
Off God children slaving up under the tall ceilings
Lost in scars that is worn by all

blown
They send drones
Still they couldn't see me like their lids sewn
Shut
I been so hot, I got them worried what the grid's showing
Niggas mad shorties

a duce if you see me in the whip (Inna whip)
Catch me on this bitch by myself don't need shit (Don't need shit)
I drive with my knee when I'm texting

her break the shit down and put the leaf in the wrap
Why would I play by your rules
When I could do what I want
You scared of taking the risk well imma

the beamer
By beamer talking bout laser
Fuck that bitch I was never gonna date her
Lowkey she was just a clout chaser
Chasing the clout like it's cat

come
Baby seat in the whip
Couple baby type shit
Whippin' like I'm fuckin' rich
Wealthy and healthy
Got the money on my hip
Credit card swipe
760

fall
I'm being hated by the seasons, so bump y'all who hatin' for no reason this my season
Hold up can I get a mic check
Smooth on anotha level cuz my

Yo, what up, it's your boy Dae-Dae
Yo, what up, it's RichboyRC and you're listening to Cartridge by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4evr: Deluxe

Dae-dae,

'for Judas cross ya
Dial ya mom and tell her that i'm leaving
Cuz i'm who I gotta be
Cuz her son is in the back
While i'm brushing up the seat
And i'll

(My phone)

Pull up to the spot
My car worth a lot
You know that I'm hot
You mad cause she not 
He knows he's my friend
Been down til the end
He wanna

down cause I'll just respawn
Man this shit hot like Black Swan, I'm James Bond in Casino Royale
I've been writing more than your fucking pen pal
And my

ya hearing a g rap
Just left the streets alone
Now I'm letting my gs stack
Get it by any means
Really homie I mean that
Kill it if you rat you
You mice

might keep a stick on the seat, I'm steady on the lookout, I don't like argue wit niggas
Slim body freak, beat to sleep, I meet her at the cookout
And she

by inhaling a smoke
Never tell, don't ask
Been bad since a bus pass
Get up out the studio and run with your sus ass
Need a Jenny Lo, and some Henny

Nigel Uno Ft. cJE $MD [Prod. By Just J]

{UrzTruly.Pablo}
cnd ta top it off, if i lose faith den da block iz lost, cop sum new drip den dat cop iz

I’m geeked up I’m on molly
It’s gettin hot
Pull up in a drop, she wet like mop
Yo plug outta stock
Y’all guns be props
When the fuck I ever flop
Niggas

Guess they never took a peep at the cash that I stash in my mattress
I get bread, fat chicks
City on my back, Atlas
Another beat killed by my pencil
Say

the walls was closing in
To being slighted by my closest friends
And till this day we'll never make amends
Amen
Thanking God I made it out the struggle

Elite Fleet

Originoo Gunn Clappaz

Da Storm

1996

Enter Gentlemen, take your seats
You have been brought here for a task
Only universal soldiers are brought for (yeah)
Let's begin

Thee Elite

on, aight?
As my time be movin' by, I'll be rockin' Lou' Vuitton, naw
That's that poshy boujee on god, I just need a studio mic
This that passion too

own sound
And if you don’t know, now you know now
Ridin' dirty thru the city I’m a hot boy
Gotta baby chopper in the back seat
I ain’t famous you can

too much of that
One Hunnit K G H B
Khalaezzy Game Hot Boy Nigga
Always going somewhere never Going no where you feel me
On the grind twenty four
One

They plottin' on you hoping that you stop
Time is precious put it in a watch
I been thuggin' since the block was hot
Tone
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