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on my own
Im stuck here contemplating
Thinking bout what could be
Im fucking up but not with women
Don't need Plan-B
Look act fast on this
Clean im

too mean
Get money by any means
But if this shit taught me anything
Its appreciate everything
Nothing is guaranteed
we did the work for this
We felt

just gotta be a joke 

You better ask about yo bro 
We turn his ass to a ghost 

And if it's bout my bread 
I heat him up 
Turn his ass to some toast

this money, gotta power up this microphone
Working long hard days breaking down my bones
I like to wind down but I got to roll a little spliff to calm my

to the money my nigga you already know
And lately aint been feeling like myself I swear that

I been down too long
Think I need you or
I just need two cups
Mix

the reason you're getting up
Haircut by the same woman, you know she's not messing up
Someone asked me bout your business, I told 'em I'm not fessing up

The way I pulled up think I play for the lakers
Lining him Up like Finna giving him a taper
Speaking on my name you getting cut by razor
Get in my

on to somethin' different
'Bout that money cause I still don't know my limit
Kinda funny how I live it
Cause bitch I'll kill it any minute
This sporty little chick

these zips and these pounds
Money trickling down to my kin that’s about
All the moves that we make when we figuring out
How to hit up the beat when we

and I feel like John Cena
I don't play around and she fuck with my demeanour
Smoking on that dope by the boatload
Need some ice on my neck, huh so cold

feel no more
You still got them little pockets my pockets rocky balboa
Made a promise too my self that I will never stop
Learn too get it by myself no

messed around and just got me a gold chain)
Doin my thang, bout' to go super saiyan
Haters gonna hate but I can't hear what you sayin'
On a red eye flight,

rollin posted
Gettin toasted on that gas
Smoke it by the half
Gettin to this cash
Yeah we bout it
Count ya Walmart
Then we out it
I’m a dog I’m a prowler

fuck I’m bringing the wisdom officially no fronts
See right past the money and women to see the soul what
Yo my style’s perfection
Not ambidex still

and You dont even know the half of it
Just dropped off my bitch now im just waiting on the Pack to land
All this gold up on me niggas thinking bout snatchin

and I feel like John Cena
I don't play around and she fuck with my demeanour
Smoking on that dope by the boatload
Need some ice on my neck, huh so cold

Thank you lord for waking me up
May not have all I want but honestly I got enough
Wit my own 2 eyes more than 5 times
Done seen my life sparred by

custodian
Light up the stage sound auditorium
My niggas got cases
You know they beat all of them
I cant ever speak on shit that you bout
Only speak facts when

see me
He was tweeting bout me to you
But in real life that nigga wanna be me
Drip don’t see nobody’s
Married 2 The Money white ice
Ian forest Ian never

made foh
I just want my peso, y’all niggas can keep the hoes
Less she tryna get this money, rock her with dah elbow
I move Sylvester Stallone
Cuz it’s

never leave you can never go
Don’t think bout your past you gotta let it go
Drop the Range in sport and hit the road
Surrounded by the ghouls

assailants 
You won’t catch me it’s no ailments 
If it’s bout money head first no Helmet
Memory bank leave the feds with a Trail mix 
Niggas know I’m batter up

getting mesmerized by tha way she seduce her

If I’m being truthful don’t think a condom gone be useful

These hoes turned my dick to stone one of they

wanna do me in 
live by my morals 
& I'm standing on it 
rather they be opponents 
than me switching to phony
wish they could push a button 
and stop da