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for this

Areee, they real or fake
At first glance its hard to tell the difference
No sleep, in the deep
Surrounded by sharks n' I can't sleep with

ass on read, now I feel fed up
I don't need a bitch to tell me what to do
Looking at my pockets, now I'm making money moves
I was hit up by a bitch but

Role Models

Attitude

Break the Pot

2013

bitch
It ain't shit you can tell me about Lil' Rich
You better take ya lil' kids to the pastor
Rich Boy ain't a role model for them bastards

We

Waitin' to see if you arrived yet
They 'ont see the vision, they ain't get they eyes checked
Too many opinions make it hard for you
But really who better

When I started finesse (Finesse)
I question the pastor 
He asking me questions 
Pray for forgiveness 
I don't need confessions (Confesses)
Balaclava I'm

to mo nah
Nigba ti mo n hustle lori titi ko seni to mo wa
My papa nah pastor , Bosikoro ni mummy ma n ta
Ko si ise ko s'owo, adura de ni mummy ma n gba

ya te debo. If you get the question we'll get the money word
Never mind getting stuck with B*tches homie. Double check your status this world ain't for

Southside 
Gold in my mouth 
Neck a little heavy boy it's weighing me down 
Think hard before you go and throw me out 
Once I'm counting that money

that be my energy

I'm trapping so hard and nobody can stop me
A 12 outta 10 so that bitch tryna cuff me
Whoooo
That's the sound of her sirens
Put in her

a nigga riding in a little black hearse
R. I. P. on a black shirt, got his brother praying like a pastor
No dancing bitch but I do the money dance
All this

Cause there's no Hennessy
I'm just running
Running on vibes

I've been running for life
Pastor said I've been running from life
Tank on E I'm just running

7Up
30 Wit me
Lowkey ina cut
And you know we got Spazz wit us
Wait Im savin' that bag for a Tommy
Glock got kick ain't talking karate
Since 13 my

ain't your friend see
Bitch who is you

Bitch who is you for real
Bitch i thought we had a deal

Lady in the streets but a freak in sheets
That's how you

is the average work hard to pay their taxes
Big corporations don't! It's double standards
Pure madness! What jar some people got their hands in
No

religion and deify science
I would lure priests and
Pastors into misusing
Boys and girls and church money
If I were the Devil
I'd make the symbol of Easter

disaster, money on me no I'm not a pastor
Need to relax a, little bit longer, unwind the plaster
I'm not a martyr, I'm changing my life been working way

Man really think
They're in Sparta
Talking like
They're really in the Gaza
But if you had to ride
For your partner
You wouldn't wanna
Take the blame

the undefined scars from your past time
Caught up in them streets I had some money moves to make
Lost my daddy at eleven kept that lil shit out my way
Kinda hard

O.G. Pass da wood

Yeah, I need to hit the church, I see if my lil' pastor good
Robbin' from the rich, I'm tryna feed my hood like Robin Hood
We ain't

The Elders showed us
And not some one-sided agenda that an anchor told us
I'd trade that Aston Martin Vulcan for a used Corolla
And fall in love with being

Hold it back
I need something lil boy
Now turn around
Bend it over
Pull it down do that Diddy dance
Ain't talking about no money dance
Diddy dance
Make

got the beat burning
Letting go my old habits
Pulling, trying to close the curtain
I don't know a pastor, I just ask my sister questions
She put me up

I should be engineer cuz I’m great with the add





I’m flat white paint on ceilings I’m typical

The way I’m after the money like online ordering

Man, a hundred degree heat, yeah
I ain't got time for a rat, huh

Blow that bitch brains from the back, huh
I'm just gon' move way too fast for the money