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shitty ass plastic back window
Finna lay away some bread and get a carbon fiber top
Cuz right now she hella raggedy, be lookin' like a mop
But bet by next

you ain't fitted

I'm tryna be roddy rich get rich or die trying I feel like 50
If I ain't got it right now, bet,I'ma go and get it
Just check my

to you
Say another word, you're a dead man too
I don't wanna sing to you

Man, gettin' tired of that ol' 5-0
I don't wanna sing to you
Covered in emancipo,

Exhumed skeletal uprising
Deep beneath the earth crust lies an army of cursed dead soldiers
Awaiting their chance at redemption
Their bodies have

gay
V-Bucks everyday
I press launch and then I play
I whip then I nae nae
You are pretty gay
Storms closing in, only 50 remain
But you suck at this

It's the Don Smuvato
If you thought that I was slackin', you'd be dead wrong
They had tried to tribulate me, but I stayed strong
Put my heart inside

my heart's strained
So I give it that art thang, that art thang now I'm lookin back
Distant memories of 50 different shades, yeah
Find me where

a trapper, not a rapper, baby
We get them bows in, we get them sold
Dead homies

Oh yeah, it's my birthday too
At least by the time this shit drop, it will be

drop him like I drop this tape
By the way we got away
The way I live is not that safe
Niggas breaking laws and taking risk every fucking day
He listened

Under all the concrete
I saw them creeping
Growing to be dead
Oh, one by one

I had everything
But no clear reason
I wanted to live my life
In

on a Sunday[01:19.42]Yeah[01:20.02]Dead-O don't like pain[01:21.50]But it's been the only thing that I take[01:23.46]And I'll probably feel it 'til my grave[01:25.46]Fuck it though I'll do

O.T.B. shit, nigga, ayy[00:12.36]I'm a celly pop hustler, nigga, my phone slap bigs[00:16.01]All my faithful custos dead, fuck it, I serve they

and I'll be by your side can't help to not look in your eyes[00:36.64]I know, I know, I know this'll never work out[00:41.62]Through all the highs

warnin', I'm packin'
FN inside of my hand when I back in
Get to actin', I promise we clappin'
Joke's Up, it gotta be stamped on the package
It's the real

a bitch
Switch a boxcutter with the blade up
Fuck I'll Buck-50 all you mad cunts
Shut ya whore mouth lettin sperm out
Cause I'm Slim Shady and you're Kim

milly
Bad bitch put the knock at her titty
Niggas be talkin' on me, I don't care
If I'm runnin' at niggas
I'm givin them fifty (Grrah-grrah, boom)
She

know is step (yeah)
I was tryna be a drug lord like I'm DMF
(yeah) i was dead broke, starving by myself
Niggas ain't never help (yeah)
I was tryna throw

be burnin' them fifties (what else?)
What you do wit' your twenties? 
I give that shit to my nieces (duh)
Them tens and fives (fives)
I spend that

be a movie star
Well, let me think, where do I start?
Sirens are the soundtrack of the city
I felt silly standin' outside of Webby's talkin' about

and sleepin'
Well we ain't your night, okay?
Life to lay, There'll be a life to lay
You just been schemin' and schemin' and schemin
Well bitch there's a price

& instruments sailed towards the moon
Rose in just half an hour fifty two thousand feet 10 miles up tenth air pressure left for dead trapped in heat... and cold..

the jewelry store with my girl
That's a dream date
Fifty different plugs, man
I swear I got one in each state
I was taught get it by yourself
Make a leech wait

Really pulling strings, gotta get mine
Always meet a deadline
Them boys ain't trappers
They've got a dead line
Flying up the M5, one-fifty in the M5

already know... 420
Real talk, real talk, who could wear these shoes?
Mmm, not many, if any
Got chased, dead of night, by a guy with machetes
He was saying,