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I carry tools in a duffel bag
Hundred stacks made my pants sag
Unload on your mind then skirt in the ride
Nobody can find, that's by design
Tea bag

People told me that I couldn't do it I was really caught up in the struggle
Now I'm smoovest inna DMV I showed em how I got it off the muscle
And all

What's Free

Jay-Z

Championships

2018

and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge just tell em' facts
Tell em how

Spend a stack, make it back
I've been moving static how they tell me I'm not that?
I go steady in the city I got two
Six boys out the car, how we

Spend a stack, make it back
I've been moving static how they tell me I'm not that?
I go steady in the city I got two
Six boys out the car, how we

tell it he aint the same nigga
Let u tell it he throwin shade nigga
Let u tell it he aint no made nigga
You aint tell em I'm gettin paid nigga

Let u

The Kids

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP [Import Bonus CD]

2000

your dad (ask him man) 
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right) 
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will) 
So kids,

The Kids

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP [Australian Import Bonus CD]

2000

your dad (ask him man) 
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right) 
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will) 
So kids,

a shuttle
He swear he the shit, I don't smell em
Fuck what you tell em
I hope he ain't come here to wrestle
I rock and roll with heavy metal
He gone need some

holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand

Goddamn, the boy's back
From pushing a mountain of Sno-Caps
To avoiding the Kojak

niggas tryna vibe
I'm in your mind
(This boy got a hit) , I'm in your mind

I'm in your mind
Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind
Ayy, shawty do you mind?

place
Feds hit my bro with a serious case
All black like Severus Snape
And the boys all cap i can tell by his face
Slim thick i can tell by the waist

enough
I ain't hearing that boy he ain't mature enough
Girl there ain't no love like your love
Leave with me when I pull up
Girl Whassup

1st Verse (Bryson

talkin' money tell em leave me alone
I take a ride through my city with my hand on the chrome
And I'm the man when I do it you can tell by the tone
Uhh
I

Well now I know I'm extra in there 
Like I know I can get that sh*t
Yeah!
Everything so cool 

They saying they got it
I tell em we gon see
I might

I feel like I'm just that guy and can't nobody tell me different
I feel like yo hoe gon choose if she ever come cross this pimpin'
I feel like my

We creep on the low
I cannot kiss and tell
Baby I'm bread by the code that's a fact
I can't pay for that
Pussy ain't free but a trick I can't be

me
That they wanted the real me
Swallow my energy
Tell em' go head and feel free (Yeah)
I don't feel you next to me
But I know that I ain't leave

the staircase no escalator/I try to keep a badd bitch but I rotate em/Family or not you on a need to know basis nigga/

Hook: (June B)
Tell me what's the problem

we do the braids
South do the fades
Them Nawf-side boys thugs, South playa made
Geah - the hustle's paid cause they
Get the blow for the low
We by

don’t got the time to tell these motherfuckers what I think of ‘em 
I make it OD from the no seats to nosebleeds 
And proceeds keep my pro’ team

On Patek time I need my bitches by the two
Use to whip chickens make em coc a doddle do
If you book me for a club imma make these bitches move
Popping hella

survival, reverse yo revival
Goons on deck, bet they go were eva I go
(bitch)
Fly high, got these bitches in my high school
Pimpin in tha flesh
I tell em get

the rest of 'em
I took my city by storm I never asked for it
I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
I ain't have no choice