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Ran up the check with my bredren
So many m's to make
So many, so many m's to make
So many chances to take but you broke ass niggas gonna sit down

a statement then I be about it 
My niggas went from up all night to yo here’s my wife 
My brothers went from yea she nice yo yo we made a life 
So baby zz

All my bitches they be tripping, yeah, If one got an attitude I just pound it out
Asking me to slide, you tryna pull up over where?
Like a hoodie baby

same triple H's
The older I get
I be tired of doing favors
People switch up like they out here playing wagers
Never liked by many, I guess that's in my

brick walls
Brick walls been thru it all


Nigga my name is important
Just check what I’m sporting
White T gray jewelry and the Carolina Jordan’s
Doe

non ****


*** that thing e no make ***

Every day boys the pull up in Benz

Thank *** for his doings

Life Na turn by turn

E go reach you

Everyday we

sauce
Yeah my boy polished, homie ding those off
And I hear him knockin', it's the Wavie Crockett
With more hoes from River Road
And more O's, and plenty

the money, the scrilla the cream
I'm praying heaven hear my pleas, you don't even know the half of it
Wonder when get this check, can I get off all this Ativan

all my snaps, no rubber but that bitch a ducky
I was mad Ian hit, and now she ain't shit, I'm blessed I'm not even lucky
You stressed, I count up them

in violence
Boy I been sippin' this shit
I think I landed on Pluto
Just cashed me a new check
So I need me a new ho
Hunnids on me, those blue rows
I

Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, oh..
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I need..
Oh, oh, oh, oh..
Fuck up a check , yeah, yeah, yeah

And I might have to take you

like some dog shit (Bump that)
Try to let sis handle ol' boy
Or I would of knocked him out like he slept in a coffin (Go to sleep)
Now I'm tossing up

my fuckin' crew

Out to get some paper and you know just how the ball bounce

Yellin' fuck a hater, blowin' hydro smoke up out my mouth

Ridin' with

wifey ( Heyy Baby)
I talk Nike & Spicy ( Checks)
They business fishy like a Pisces
Roman Numeral shells they get a IV
Get the deuce deuce that's the peace

Knowing it'd be worse if I never failed
It comes first
Before a record sale

cs I create another reason to check my
cnother avenue for love to prevail 
Then

Big Girls Need Love Too

Hi-C

The Hi-Life Hustle

2003

that
Imagine three hundred pounds sittin' on your boy lap
It's gon' be kinda hard for me to show you bed drills
Make you get up off yo' lazy ass

dreamt that I'd make it big
I was even rapping in my baby pics
On dark nights I had one mic
The Lord blessed me with sunlight
And an escape from this thug

all you want Bitch, go crazy
Ladies all on my dick too hasty
Save me! All of them want my baby
Daily mother fuckers talk fugazi
Shady Talk shit? Bitch,

feeling like I'm next up
Fly with the Fly I'm the only way to get up
I'm a real fly nigga you can tell by my get up
These bitches tryna get em but I swear

Bosses dinner we here to celebrate all the winners
Risking heaven and living we standing by the sinners
Finest of linen in court we styling

P.O.P

Mac Mall

Immaculate

me body
But it's paper over pussy, break bread or get from by me
Little mama, you fly, but I'm sharper than all
Save that drama for partner, spendin up

the pinky ring just one more time
What if your boy didn't spit a rhyme
Will that change your mind
Yeah, I was ballin' up at the Gucci store
For the Weeknd

pathetic
You're the king of this castle, boy
The walls are up and the soldiers - toy
Now it's time, build your corduroy
Don't drown, baby, enjoy

when i fail
Know that you'll be there
Know you're proud of me
Hurts to see me grow up
Always hid my pain
I'm your baby boy
Tryna keep my head up
Tryna