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money do you see me
Even if you stung you couldn’t be me
Cant get caught up in that cell yelling free me
money stretch out long ways like I’m peewee
Now

Dead-end day jobs
My god
Two middle fingers up for the boss
Fuck that guy
And my ex
Her loss
Thank the lord that my boys stand by
When my world got sick

about to go stupid
Get lost in the music
Middle finger up if you ain't part of my unit, ruthless

Just know I ain't intimidated by the hatred
Ain't

to ill
You can't talk the talk
You can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers
And the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I
Regulate ya'

burst
That I need to better rehearsed
To better practice to better manage
Like it's to your advantage, to put me down
I guess you're not powerful enough

you
Third
Make sure they live by the word
Fourth
Make sure they voice go unheard
Fifth
Never let em think for themselves
Sixth
Try to put em all in

the logic in this

Ain't no need to impress
Thinkin' bout them hard times, ain't no reason to sweat
The only time I get up, empty shit by the check
Dirty

You talkin' on the phone, you is a joke
Nigga get in front of you, I'm tryna put shit down
Talkin' bout, I'm takin' shit fast, mane get up out my face,

care if your black white or Hispanic
They want us all up in arms and running to them in panic
When shits hits the fan they want to be the one with

thugs, no harmony, lot of bones
Giving neckties from Colombia
Giving buck fifties, un cincuenta
Drive thru, guess I'll drive by
Tell la muerte that I said

bitch put a bullet in her head
Dreams you dare to dream really do come true
Oh jeez, be fair, come clean, sing something new

I haven't got a brain

With

of the trash can
I’d rather get caught with a back hand than get back stabbed I ain’t batman
Don’t put signs in the air when you need me

to none
Cause really i'm just keeping up my own pace
You breeding with these demons
Thats really why you throw shade
I had to battle my own shadow clones

Got to get you topless

I'm a get, I'm a get
You hot till your body leak sweat
Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat
I'm a get, I'm a get
You hot

for a reason
I'm making this shit work with ease yuh
Can't wait til I'm rich I won't seize up
I'm taking my bitch to Ibiza
I'll pay for the trip on my

told your shorty to top me, uh
I pulled up in a new Rari, look

You rock Timex, I rock Rolex
I spent five bands on one motion
That was one jet to Hawaii

Kiss me through the iPhone X (Muah)
I'll see you later at home 
I'll put you in I.C.U (Mamba)
As soon as I see you (we do it)
Roamin around my

If you could tell by the look in my eyes I had enough my life been rough
I'm trying to hold back the thought of giving up
Sometimes I keep my nose

many problems that I can't keep up
So many people talking I can't speak up, look
I've been denied
Killed by pride
The pain I hide
Deep inside
Keeps

your favorite song
We're gonna try one here and put it on to make your favorite song
Takes the odds and the fire's breath,
with your soul-fish-savior

centipedes
This is my mental telepathy
Go step for step with me
I got the recipe
I mix up the pain
And the pride
And the love
And the game
And I gave em

City lights, in our blood
Living life and it's so good
When I look in your eyes, baby I feel alive
Got my heart on my sleeve, yeah
Don't know what's

the one, bitch, you a deuce (brrt)
Niggas give it up in my city
Really shed blood in my city (get love in my city)
Niggas'll son your whole set like it's

my precious balls away

The busty barmaid
An Irish lass named Mabel
Said "Pick up your balls please
Don't leave them on the table
Though I have