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Came from the streets where my family tryna eat
Imma get real big cop a coupe with leather seats
I'm the shit in these streets
Who the fuck you tryna

Leaving Beirut

Roger Waters

To Kill the Child/Leaving Beirut

2005

So we left Beirut Willa and I
He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it
I set out North
I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street

Money on my mind

(Wahalaah)

60 seconds to 60 minutes hustling
Spinning on my grind 365 no slacking
Grinding 247 to 360 active

The boy no the sleep cuz

life
I would have been on the streets moving drugs and sKrubs

This facts about my life I ain't never gon cap
Splurged my life savings on party

I'm from the Lou they crash out for
No reason
Watch where you step or get caught By a demon
Step through a thick cloud of smoke
So you see me
I make

Can't tell by who I'm on the phone with
Tell little boy just grow up, shut up, roll up, go get your funds up
In this life, it's one or two

You better

It'z All About That Money

Daz Dillinger

R.A.W.

2000

of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops

You claiming that you made me, calling me crazy
Did you ever think for a second that maybe its you? It’s you
You were never there, you were always

Hood Boogers

Statik Selektah

Lucky 7

2015

Check one, two
Listen up one, two
Check me out, check me out, yo

For forty seconds, streets settle 'til the light out like Shuttlesworth
Huddle

taxes (Hah)
Louis with the Fendi, mix it up
I'm into fashon robbin Season 2, bitch, I
Recorded in a mansion, ugh
(Bitch)

I took my first fifty when we

for my niggas that's gone
Hit the bank 50 racks withdrawn
How I got the bando looking like a lawn
And my left wrist looking like a pond
Same bitch

the Louis the Prada 
RAF Alexander McQueen
My shawty Celine Celine drip Celine Celine Celine
I done starved to fund that team
We ain't eat trynna fund that

seater
Shawty text me swing by but my first name not Peter
If you need drip, I’ll be your teacher
Strap on my hip, just like the reaper
She thinks I need

damn well ain’t given no pass somebody else catch them I want them bad this Louis luggage get one fifty cash buy me a brick break it all down in bag that

Don't get your chest torn
Me and P Sean's in the whip, fully equipped
Sixteen shots in the clip, playin' the strip
Six pounds of gold, that's divided by

(Gggg gyra)
(Bitch)
(Hmm)
The lights off, we still shining so you know it's us
No days off, I'm still grindin' FN by my nuts
Fifty P's ain't bussin'

the stars up on the roof and the hood got it droppin'
I run the game like its boxing, when an opp' pulls up then you know I’m already weaving and bobbing
5-0

50s and 100s and by me some teeth
Go up go up the numbers increase
You know that its up you keep fucking with me, HMMMM
Saucy ass nigga like Prego put

See me out in public
By myself, never ten deep
I can't wait to pull up on them haters in that Bentley
Real nigga, keep that shit one hunnid never fifty

Baby I ain't shit lil bae go home
Got three fifty two's one straight to his dome
Baby so bad and she won't leave me lone
Got hearts on the sleeve but

done
Like if we ain't give a fuck about it
Tryna pull a 50 cent, get rich or die tryin
Be my love, baby, I'll be the illest nigga life for you
Like these

By yo homie
Gotta keep the grass low
Watch out for the snakes
Know we
Boutta blow
Just uping up the stakes
If its
Me and bro
Splitting 50 cent cakes

than 50 shots

Money over bitches, she undressed when I start flashin' Guap
Shootin' from a distance, why you missin'? Cause you got no shot
Bitch can't

murmur a teacher
Without second thought

I'm going downtown baby
Your street in the Dodge Viper
Call me the Pied Piper
I got ya chick to follow
I got