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Chophouze on the track
You know (Yeah)
800 shit
Alley God, nigga

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah
Money make

totin' them 30s
Vision be blurry, got niggas buried
All for the glory, don't know my story
Ballin' like Curry, sellin' that dirty
Yo' bih came early,

sellin' dope
All niggas still sellin' dope
Been surrounded by weed and coke
In the water, only way to cope

All niggas still sellin' dope
All niggas still

Oooooooo ooooooo 
M3 Voodoo 
Member days we was broke as hell 
Sellin yay and sellin bails 


Member days we was broke as hell
Now I'm richhhh

boys
are dying with the high yeah
sellin' our soul and then
run it up from the demons
get it and go i'm getting
it slow with my team yeah
hey bitch don't

of y'all

Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Rhymin
Hustler shit, we sellin everything

In the studio, baggin up dope
Every rhyme I wrote double line of coke

Still on the block and be sellin' shit Yeah, it's my young vault, yeah
We takin' off, yeah, yeah, yeah Still on the block and be sellin' shit
Nigga,

sellin my soul
I'm tryna get these diamonds
I'm just tryna make gold
I'm tryna get these diamonds
I gotta put in this work without sellin' my soul
College

Yeah yea yeah yeah yea yeah
I
Trap and boom bap
Sellin em like tall caps
Leanin tower of percocet
When I got em all stacked
Kush got me posturepedic

I'm crazy, I'm off the meds, I'm "better off dead," they said
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I use a razor to take off the edge, jump off the ledge

I'm sellin

I'm failing my test, PO mad as a bitch
Ma, I'm chillin' with niggas that's sellin' them bricks
I'm tryna just get me a mil'
No, I ain't signin' no paper

That's How It Goes Down

Too Short

Married to the Game

2003

You're thuggin and you love the streets
Huggin the block, sellin rocks, gettin major heat
And niggaz hatin, and you ain't stop to think about

a warehouse
Full of pills Bitch I'm still sellin pills
(yeah yeah) if yo ass selling lean
That shit better be sealed (bang bang)

Been ballin' with no deal

[Chorus]
You're thuggin and you love the streets
huggin the block, sellin rocks, gettin major heat
and niggaz hatin, and you aint stop to think about

Be Like Me

Rick Ross

Living Legend

2015

Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul
As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me
Watch

CB on the beat

Me and Purpp in your hood sellin' CBD (yeah)
He thought it was Runtz
But it's some different weed (What?)
Dick in her mouth, then I

it ain't making no sense
She out here sellin' sex
Trynna pay the rent
You look good how you doin'
What's your name girl what's poppin'?
I respect your

put it in the cuff
(In the cuff)
Real D boy, sellin' grams and weighing up
(Weighing up)
Got it off the muscle, bitch, it wasn't luck
(Wasn't luck)
I

on the spot
Got the kids goin' wild like I'm sellin' ice cream
Like I'm, like I'm sellin' ice cream (cream)
I don't really know how I can tell 'em nicely

the edge, jump off the ledge

I'm sellin' tickets to my downfall
I'm sellin' tickets to my downfall
I'm sellin' tickets to my downfall
I'm sellin

(808Mafia)
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
No fake love, we was sellin' drugs
They were runnin' up, we were payin' the plug
Mm, mm, mm, mm
No

Same old cycle
This be the local pandemic (ha)
Kids out there sellin' (ha)
He ain't got a clue what he's in for (ha)
He wanted a bit more (ha),

Yeah, sellin' out shows
Sellin' out fours, I'm back on the road, let's go
Yeah, let's get a bankroll
Until it can't fold, then go get some more, let's

Whichever happen, cappin, rappin, sellin sacks and mackin
I make it happen, nigga I make it happen

[Chorus]

[Daz]
Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no