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I bet ya when I make a millions dollars
They gon back and said that chilled with ya
Acting like you know me I might right a script for ya
Throw backs

i like the most
It's giving me a headache
Now i really need to smoke
The Jeep ain't got no doors
We sip mojitos by the coast
Saving money i might use

the dollars
I'm just a dawg on the block tryna pop my collar
Come Fuck with me smoke this weed yeah that indoor that fire
I put you on swear to god I get you

to wake em up

I got myself up out the gutta and I made a promise I ain't never going back
Surrounded by a couple real niggas who was down to ride so we

tryna balance this
Life without losing my shit
Whole life been consumed by this dick
My bitch always coming through with a limp
Cuz I give her good dick

TV

Take another photo for your fake ID
I know what you're doing, and who you're friends with
Borrow twenty dollars for your rent next week
Next month,

Lincoln into Benjamin Franklin
I turn dollars into yen and put my yen inside the basement
If I ever misplace it, make another mixtape
And make your bitch

that piece be with you, laced in your palm
No one here's linear, danger 'round every bend
On a path for power, when half a dollar was hated by many men

I Take My Chances

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World of Country Hits, Vol. 2

2005

I took a walk in the rain one day 
On the wrong side of the tracks
I stood on the rail 'til I saw that train 
Just to see how my heart would react

Rewind, 'cause you need another second
I'm set up, can't let up
Flipped that time in exchange to get my bread up
'Cause we can't ever lose pick 'yah head up

lying, who do I believe?
History I'm writing, y'all playing make believe
Use to work for pay (yea)
Slaving by day (yea)
I ain't have my way (yea)
Making my

News just in, another number 1
Ask the club for 20 bottles
And a couple blunts
Hallowed be thy name, thy Kingdom come
I'm a motherfuckin lucky

the Chinese restaurant
He stuffs his pockets with hundred-dollar bills

Chop suey chefs get cheap thrills
Chop suey chefs get cheap thrills

With the lord forty

Fuck you acting rude
Buss at another that don't pay
They dues

I'm not trapping backwards
I'm not leaving no clues
I smell like gasoline n tomford

to be another rapper and fall in a rut
You'll never have enough if it's the dollar you love
and you'll drink yourself to death if you bottle things up
Oh,

audio)
You really think this movie about you?
And I don’t really care what you gotta say
Bitch I know I’ll see you on another day
She got five men by

both hanging by a thread
Don't say my name, you don't know who I am, you can just address
You got a classy fit, I'll call you mystress
But you hide

around
To some piru bloods
Putting bullets in his mouth
On the next day when the news Had announced
Another black male in a gang
Taken out
Showed his pic

scholar In them books
When you get a few dollars
You get dirty looks
Haters try tuh look hard
I ain't shook
All you wanna be thugs
Practice on your mean

Yeah
Another day
For real
Yeah
For my brothers got the kilo's for women got the Tito's
Bagging all my chips collect the cheese I call it Cheetos

blurred
nobody is what i fear
eighty people telling fuck is u here for
bitch, look in the mirror

i fold a paper by tens on my hand got a pocket of dope but

worship the shine, one day you and your God meet
The hands will be stuck on your time piece
I am not mad you, I detest the forces behind sheep
I will not

the minimum
She drivin' yo car wit' these high gas prices, ya really dumb
Done saw plenty couples, where she say she feelin' him
The other day found out her

life
Vampire gang up at night
Hellsing when they pull the pipe
Niggas about to pay they price
No heart in me I always been cold
Get it by any means