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should of been a pimp
Got all this money on me just like mitch
Margiela mix it with the rick
Swerve the Ventador the windows tint
Bad bitch she don't give

Think they think of splitting it as thin as wicks with what they tryna spark it with
Ya better re-evaluate your claim
Brothers gonna spin out from the mix

grind, yeah
I'm off the grid, hard to find, there ain't no sign of me (Aye)
Stir the pot, I mix up
I murdered the beat, there's blood on the seats
So

gat
Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes
flat
Two-Gats got my back
Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact
Get out my face or get it slapped,

I remember when you told me
You said you’d never leave me lonely
But that was part of your games
I remember when your homies
Said they saw you with

Shine and Recline

MJG

No More Glory

1997

hard and hoes ain't free, believe me 
Ask them real G's dying in the penetentiary 
Old and cold, ain't no love in the steel cage 
It's all about your

Mix Naija entertainment
Wicked wicked
Serimakaburi
Oh no no yeyeyeyee
Ahyi

Shey you remember remember
You tell me say you no go follow another
Say

the colors of the leaves/it keeps it beautiful
Fuzzy to clear called resolution
Like ape to man called evolution
I used to wanna be a gangster, now that's

getting money properly ya hear me dog it aint stopping big heart up in this bitch trying to  get the  click into busting  whats up i ll have to kill my own

simple way for me to stay in shape trace the edge of my circle 
I colored it in with some purple it's looking gray
So tell me what's good a saying from

you'll find me in the booth and
If I am I'll shell out lyrics if I'm not I'll be proofing
The data from biology and mix a new thing

Into the science

it's off-beat find it useless
Back up off me, or leave with shoe prints
Softly imprint the ignorant
No money to pay rent
But every last cent's dedicated

thru cycle
Don't end up on the list or it ain't title Don't add me in the mix
Ion do da viral
They always come back
Some like recycled
Might have to kill

mix it with the sprite
Damn now I’m ready to fight
He got popped on the ground
Now his btch running to me now
She know that I’m rich she
Know that I’m

Milano bubble, I might mix it with balenci's
Took three shots, I don't drink a lot
So now I'm feeling tipsy, on my snap I seen a opp checked
Let's

the dry mix
Man I'm the nicest not hard to apply this
Winners mentality watch just whos backing me
Standing on backs of the giants they proud of me
Don't

puttin' body parts in a gutter
So who you jackin?
You baby check it
You're lucky I dont leave you in the street butt naked
with your ass out froze the fuck

to work early morning come home about sundown
Sweet baby Rose, Lord,
she’s waiting by the door she just wants to mess around

Well the blues ain’t for

I don't wanna hurt nobody
Nobody ever hurt me
I got so many friends now
But you know, that's temporary
Poor boy, the Lord took him early
It was beyond

Started by daylight, next morning bright and early; 
 Took a drop of the pure, keep the hearts from sinking, 
 That’s the Paddy’s cure, whenever his

Here's some tea, I don't come around
Instead I leave you by yourself
Everyone always tests the ground
When they try to fly up south
It might seem

In the early hours of the morning 
It's already time... time to go 
Through the windows I watch dawn's cold 
I'm in a hurry and I can't remain

flowing by in the leaves
Tree vines wrapping around me
Too high in the clouds, can't sleep
Each day is a new daydream to me
Why did death say hello so early

my biz
You take this love I have just tell me what it gives
And ask me if missed you though you know that I did woah
I don’t follow you and that’s