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out in retro Jordan 1's
Six-figure whips, my nigga, we all in one
I count up a milli', don't care if it's all in ones

I take it all in hundreds,

follow the leader I only lean on my brethren
They keep the air in my zeppelin we on the stairway to heaven

No Geneva Convention
when In this league we

important i got ounces
The weed got them stuck but
Their heads keep bouncing
East side way up in the hills
By the mountains
Stoney point music off

a disease
I’ve been drowning in the water but got my head above the sea
The heartache trumps the passion and God won’t give me peace

Written by: Wes Mitchell

stuck in ya feelings it feel like quicksand
I’m lit like a skillet, I’m ballin like Krillin
You tell by the way that I shine off the head
Shine off

Steer

Scarface

Deeply Rooted

2015

seeing double in the rain
If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel
Lord if you hear me, steer, steer
Lord if you hear me, steer

I

The hottest in town
Man I used to walk from shows I was to perform at
That shit tore my heart
Man, that shit made me so mad
Niggas didn't wanna see me up

shit
This shit hit we bout this business
Jump in the air come get this shit lit
We goin up till we dead up in this bitch
This the ceremony huh
Music

Mafia Music

Rick Ross

Deeper Than Rap [Deluxe Edition CD/DVD]

2009

I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin

the surface
You might be getting far but
My team is the furthest
That's why I keep my head up
Like new york city tourist
1 slit per wrist for any other
Rapper

on them 
i got some beats and some clout to attend 
i cut a fee with the bouncers again
my pops had a glock in the back of his benz
some some tried touch up

Molly Music
Sometimes I wonder
Are we doing too much
Moving to fast shall we slow up
Now sometimes I wonder
Am I thinking too much cos
You be in my

was turning my head towards
The sun on a summer's day
I am at peace
The time is right
I creep over to the TV and turn it off
With a flash and a pop

die
But I survive
You guys can't walk in my shoes
I'm not your shoe size
I flipped a few bricks, couple birds flew by
Coke white like it got blonde
Hair

got a couple of books on it, above it you got some music on it, next to it you got some notes on it
In between that you got my closet, and the doors

where to
Driving around with the crew in the ride
You by my side, we rolling up, spark another light
They drinking over there, I'm posted over here

Gotta Make It to Heaven [Clean]

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin' [Clean]

2003

Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips

Gotta Make It to Heaven

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin' [Bonus DVD]

2003

That's the prayer they burn in your head when you in CASAT
Man, I might talk to you while we up in them pens (uh-huh)
But when we come home, that don't

from music far as hip hop goes/
And that's me too…hell, I haven't pressed the power/
On my FM switch in years, yet you devour/
All these songs that I

karate in a Lamb' chop
My son like three and he keep askin' 'bout his grand pop
Leave it up to me, I'll be SP with all these damn shots
Dead opps, red

or is it you or is it only Jaded Love
Jaded Love Jaded Love

Was I betrayed by all my blindness
and the music in my reverie
Is this the price I pay for so

I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin' my chopper
I got some

it's hard man
But I can't give up now
I got a dream I gotta see
One thing that's priceless
My people saying they proud of me

(Chorus)
My heads above

bring more
Than a flag with me
For to wave around
All above my head
Spinning and spinning
All black and red
In the nation of bacchanal
I'm a citizen