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shook
From the H you can call me Zay from off the beltway
I ain't gotta flex what the notches on my belt say
Had to learn it's more to life than building

Still in Effect

Freeway

The Chain Gang, Vol. 2

2003

in the blue flame all in the six
With my mind on my money and my money on my brain
Last thing he know all these hoes ain't use to know me now they

break the score
MJ balling I’m the goat so ya now not look for more

Don’t matter the currency, you talk money, then I need some more
(bands, bands,

(MY MAN!)
You don't know me, but you owe me
Now blow me, I'll roll a stougie
Get to smokin', get to tokin'
Like fo' free? Yeah, hoe please
Cost more

Don't slip never know if I'll trip
Keep calm then I go for my hip
You can go for my bitch
But you better come with more than your lip
And your whip better

stressed, time’s running out, the clock’s ticking away
No solo album out in years, am I wasting my days?
I’m drinking a lot more nowadays than I used to
I’m

something something something something, I'mma burn you
Burns mean more than your empty words do
Better get your Eevee-lotions or you fried
Full of Guts that

to calm down
This chick just turned into a damn clown
Im getting sucked up by a damn cloud 
You don't understand now
Fuck I want a Xan for Duecey like a man

Why they killing the young more than others
For my brothers, ima step on whoever whenever
Ina streets it get worst dont get better
Never lacking i walk

whining and shit
Bitches dancing to me naked
Im rewinding and shit
This bitch saying im full of shit
Like i care about the bitch
I smoke more than you sell

to smash
I never relax
On a daily I'm chasing for cash
Yea yea
Roll up the gas
Mix it with the hash
You smoking on trash
Might as well be smoking on grass

I Love the way that I’m living it suits me 
Imma make sure that the Grammy Award suit is all Gucci 
More hits than Suzuki 
That’s Ichiro Im not

want to be in the mix with
It's all fun and games till your door get kicked in
Nigga, Do the name ring a bell now like Big Ben?
A real life kingpin
with

coming down
I was on a paper chase, I'm running it up
Cause I'm never running down
And it's kind of funny how
Used to laugh but love me now
I've got a long

must have went and hit a 4 leaf clover
You sweet as homemade fudge
And I want more than my swerving I wanna you indulge
Let's mix the rocks with

My class of kids ain't studyin' behind a desk (no)
I got them doin' homework by your guy's address (for real)
I told them the more you need is

with you
Go pretend that I tried to copy you
Go pretend that I was inspired by you
Now go pretend I talk more shit than you
Go pretend

verse 3
I did

on independence
That's why I have to fucking laugh
At these independent rappers
Who really get smacked up
By they CEO's
When they get the heart to ask for more

than what's reserved, for what I thought I deserved
And not taking what is mine and just sat my ass on the curb
Watching folks speed by, puddle splash

on the phone, never
Talk work on the phone
Every dollar that I made
Came from the streets, now I need a fat
Check from the industry
Heard you want my neck cuz

got a limit
Look
I ain't French, but I see the bread and I'm just tryna bag it
By any means needed, might just learn some magic
My heads all over, never

doing drive-bys 
Wouldn't understand if you never been up to my side
Father forgive me as I load up this weapon
Life is a blessing, every day I front

no saint
I aint a role model, I'm a hip hop apostle
Rap music raised me the poetic street gospel
I learned more from this music than I ever learned in

to the mix
The kid was amazing and so much more
Practicing wrestling moves on
A toddler on the kitchen floor
We use to punch him in his chest
Like you bet not