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Ciani on the Beat & Florida on the Track

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On my grind, chase the money, all about the paper
If you ain't increasing my funds, I'll have to catch you later
Hit the radar with the mother fuckin' jammer
Police on my tail, than my foot drop like a hammer
Pay the mortgage, pay the bills, you better pay respect
I roll with hard hitters, put 20 on your neck
Too much talk with no decisions
Why you trippin' that we winnin', we been hot from the beginning
The paranoia settin' in, so lets begin
I'm bout to take em all out, who's the next of kin
Committin' sins, I doubt I'll ever find forgiveness
I'm too ambitious, suggest these haters mind their business
Don't need a witness, I do what I do just for me
Two percent tint, I'm behind some shit you never see
You don't even get the premise, stay in your district
Drop a beat become a menace, I go ballistic
Intensive care and my status gettin' critical
Move the loot, stash it clean for the residuals
Keep my cup full, and my blunt lit
Beat these drum kits, I always stunt bitch
I been down that road and just know I ain't going back
When it's time to go, lock and load, Ima run the track
Run from father time but you can't, that't the facts
Never tell me never cause I do that shit, check the stats
On my grind, chase the money, all about the paper
If you ain't increasing my funds, I'll have to catch you later
Hit the radar with the mother fuckin' jammer
Police on my tail, than my foot drop like a hammer
Pay the mortgage, pay the bills, you better pay respect
I roll with hard hitters, put 20 on your neck
Too much talk with no decisions
Why you trippin' that we winnin', we been hot from the beginning
Yo
Hold up, hold up, hold up, Who dat, who dat, who dat
Ciani mix the sound and spits the rhymes bet none of y'all knew that
He recruited Florida, to make it even better
I just hopped up on the plane, time to change the weather
Florida on the track, Ciani's beat is my prescription
You're sick of fake music, real shit is my description
Just take a double dose of me and call me in the mornin'
Leave a message at the beep, I got your girl moanin'
Cause I get busy, I'm in the stizzo spittin grizzys
One take the verse and puff the blizzy, I'm gettin' dizzy
I'm chasin' paper, wastin' loose leaf, flowin' oh so vicious
One nation under God, I send him most his business
Sittin' high, ridin' low, I'm blowin out the ganja
A glass of wine, shrimp linguini, stackin' bread, manja
You'll never eat if you don't grind, and I plan on winnin'
Cause I been hot, I been hot, From the beginnin'
On my grind, chase the money, all about the paper
If you ain't increasing my funds, I'll have to catch you later
Hit the radar with the mother fuckin' jammer
Police on my tail, than my foot drop like a hammer
Pay the mortgage, pay the bills, you better pay respect
I roll with hard hitters, put 20 on your neck
Too much talk with no decisions
Why you trippin' that we winnin', we been hot from the beginning

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