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bums watch your back for jumps Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill Get 'em son, we ain't the one Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these
bums watch your back for jumps Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill Get 'em son, we ain't the one Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these
I built this shit! Me! Brick by Brick! You think its one thing But the distraction be hittin' Cut into fractions the ribbon loosening Cruisin' but
smoke it Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't push me
guaranteed Jack: Try any banker, bum, or barber ... Skittery: They almost all knows how to read! Kid Blink: I smell money Crutchy: You smell foul! Mush:
Call me stink When I making this money Loud 20 100s n 50s Na I don't carry change I carry bands Keep up with me If you wasn't hating on me You be
in the back you put a gun to my face Sent a bum in ya place like you won in a race For chopping up bricks running back Like Giz effort vs reward nigga
Throwing strikes like I'm bowling dawg Niggas talking down on my name Bitches wishing they could fuck Pressure on my head Change the fitted to a skully A bum
hobbies boy a bum Can barely feel I'm smoking runtz If I make it up it won't by luck Ey Make em fall like dominos Smoking good gas to my brain The only
a player I turn a double R to twenty to twenty birds of Jada Then moved into picket like Will before the label We ball so hard like the ball's on every
for daughters and their moms Paparazzi not in fashion The internet in every ration To the grace from degradation Like by like it is my passion Cara
of candy And to that nigga that greet you i need a hand full of answers Like whats yo credit score Nah but you cant be no bum What yo people like was yo
after twenty nine, just to be safe I'M BY F2R, MY 9WN WORST ENEMY! NO OTHER MOTHERFUCKER HAS DONE SO MUCH TO STOP ME! Notebooks filling up, but it feels
bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid You're gonna get hit But users, cheaters Six-time losers Hang around the theaters Girl by
twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings While outside in
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down I supply it now, by the pound Might front you a Q if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why
Last night I saw a suit give a buck to a bum 20 feet down the street, someone yelling, look up Some girl, maybe eighteen, probably drunk Just in
bez ściemy obczaj Ponad 20 lat na mostach Kocham to miasto jak Kendrick Compton L.A. Evidence Detroit J Dilla New York Underachievers Budzę się tutaj i
bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid You're gonna get hit But users, cheaters Six-time losers Hang around the theaters Girl by
a letter from my old best friend Doing twenty-five in the federal pen want to come home but he said until then Could I look over his three children They
a letter from my old best friend Doing twenty-five in the federal pen Wanna come home but he said until then Could I look over his three children They
of trains and sirens Make lovely music while I sleep I'm going farther than I ever thought far could be By twenty one I had a gun and ditched authority
I miss that New York City coffee served-up twenty-four hours-a-day it gives you the right kind of jitters in a nice kinda bittersweet way I don't
on The homie Great John on the beat, by the way Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now (Great John on the beat, by the way) I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
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