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sleeked by Loafa 
I’m feeling myself and I’m building my wealth and I’m glad to be living my life 
Pull out the card 
I just swipe 
I know it all gon be

focused, so I gave up on the lean
And I'll never crack a smile, cause we'll pay by smokin' weed

How the fuck you claim you love me, and you turn around

Small friends, n****s talk about me, but they small guys
Bitches wanna fuck soon as they see me, they get frog eyes
N****s hate, cuz Lil' Sack, I'm

fuck
Unless you touching some money
Catching you creeping in the dark
The lasers out
End up on a poster
Like them hoopers
Who be balling by OMEGA house

out dat  trenches
Had to sow a different seed because they tried to blur my image
All them niggas be some bitches on the top  no they wit wit
Had

now I'm walking with money, these bitches be hating they say I got printers
Diamonds be dancing on me like some glitter, fuck that lil bitch I leave her

league
Woe to my past life man i'm burning the bridge
Man i'm single minded on my way to the peak
All by myself and I got no aide
Who'll be my sidekick for

-I-don't-want-my-fans-to-ask-me 'why I sound like that' (Fake Bitches!)
Music Is My Hustle Fam I do this for the pay!
Music Is My struggle; Lyrics represent the pain!
Music's still

the stunting
Czs in my ear
See them bitches bling
Long hair I didn't care
Looking for Billy Jean
On the grind everyday
So I can stay clean
Always stayed blowed

Where your bitch? she in the city
Had to leave a couple bitches cause my bitch still in love with me
Choppa take a nigga limbs off his body did the Griddy

JmTripz And Them free maxi like they trynna sentence Him
I Know that we hated by many man but then Many Man ain't gon give us bands
so we gotta Run it till

up with foam, they can't take this shit no more
You outta pocket like a dollar, I'ma grab you by your collar

I'ma beat you like your father, make you

a lot of tags, fuck these bitches fast
This ain't A&1, I hit it off my knee, he caught the pass

Quick to air a pussy nigga out with his boxin' ass
I be

stupid
Needa sit yo ass down go and write some better music
I ain't never waste no money on no bitches
You be doing shitty business you got shit going

he Ultra Lord
All the bad bitches keep replyin' I only open four
Just turn around switch it to the back I might eat it
No fuck around I might use

by bosses
I get this money and I fuckin toss it
I get the green it's like Boston
Throw me a lob with these bitches and I fuckin randy moss it
I just be

He's grapping you by the arm, cause you're flirting

Still you're smiling, girlies, you know how that upset him
Tell the bartender, another Rana
Moet,

includes you You you and you feeling heavy pressure when i Take a seat prolly js took ah nicca off his feet Tell em this blitz sponsored by 3 real steppa

lit

No one else can do it, so I said I'll do it
Yeah, just pass me a lighter, then I'm fluid
Pass me a lighter, then I'm lit
Shy nigga, by the music,

start asking and shit
Bitches out here be the cat and the fish
Gone for a while but I'm back in this bitch
They be like Ju we've been waiting for a minute

cash 
Smoke hash pass flashin' like a young Steve Nash 
Off the beans baggin' bitches on a bean bag 
Cut the bag and cut it still dope enough to make

don't give a fuck about no bitches coming at ya
i'ma be the first one and the last one

one step, two steps, three steps, right?
i'm that bitch you

look like a rock
You listen to tranny music
'Cause you're broke ass whore
Walking like a dingbat
Bitches stop acting like fucking manic
You too

all this talking shit
Used to think I loved her, now I know she an obnoxious bitch
And I'm still out here tryna pop and shit
Do right by my Moms