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Married to the money make it rain it's like I'm throwing rice down
Aye these niggas broke hell so what's the hype bout
They wanna chase clout now mfs

the bank freeze
About violent revolution, silent resolution
And smiling execution from cartilage bridge of my ribs
Down to my dang ankles
I brought my li'l

a drink had to take a sip
She laughed cuz I got my pinky up
Told ha this here it's legit
You can tell by the double cup
You can tell I ain't had enough

low
Wack ass nigga
Ima get you smoked by a trap ass nigga
Can't believe I fell for a cap ass nigga
Clown in the face, lil rat ass nigga
Hahaha
How you

up he'll catch these hands
Wish you a wolf but you a lamb
Act like the man that's cause I am
Donnie spits heat
Play on repeat
I cannot write
So I got

on the ones who aided in you receiving all your funds
Flashing your bullshit in front of your lil click in the moment you think it's all fun
But what if

connect
Stars like my angels
Connect reality
Through opening fables
Reminiscing coke
'N cars on a daily
Because of my friends
I was in a cell of hell

jealous
Lil shawty overzealous
I pray she get some leverage
There's a madness to this method
We ain't even have to stretch it
They cappin but ain't steppin

you
I got a lil' top from dude
Then blocked the dude, then swapped the coupe out (ooh)
I dropped the roof, overnight riches, I popped out
Bitches

still
At this point it feel like checks is my only mail
Talk slick i'm on your head like a pony tail
If you ask me how i'm doing man i'm doing well
We by

said he knew I always had it me since back 
Playing on them keys
Singing alicia in my bedroom 

Living by the moment 
Never know if you’ll be dead soon

loopy
I look at you naked, my dick goes droopy
Scoop me, shit! Black truck rolls on
You's a ryda like my
Name's Malone dumb bitch

Hell yeah, I'm a ryda

a quarter brick, plenty nights I been going through it and nobody ever notice it, we put up a fight, I need blood all on my face by end of the night, lil

Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds)

Witchdoctor

A S.W.A.T. Healin' Ritual

1997

a lame nigga, nigga take his shoes
I'm from Eats Point, Atlanta, we don't fight by rules
You don't know Cool Breeze or lil Freddy Calhoun
In this place,

(3, turn me up)
Ayy lil' man, yeah
4K Trey

Middle finger to my haters
I'm a north detonator
Get you hit 'bout a favor
The Lord can't even

Couldn't attend two days of colly
Weekend nightshade tryna get cosy
Dressing gown and I'm in my roses
Saw her change and she wished I noticed
Call me Lil

mind the money
I don't mind the money, yo
And don't mine the money
I won't mine the money
These blocked chains ain't funny
Yuh Yuh
JAN6 got a twisted

that 2 2 ain't hot shit, that shit feelin kinda mild
Lil ass gun boy that shit a toy like a clown
Move thru a zip in 2 days I be movin by the pound

Big, smoke, but I never choke 
Unless it’s her thang and she want me to poke 
Surrounded by slabs and all of em bang 
sittin on dubs and all of em spoke

1 verse
So he so divide that he turn water into wine, first
miracle the priest start lyin, go hell start frying smell
smoke see the flames, greatest

turn round hit you with a slug

Mane this shit so crazy
Young nigga 16 with a baby
But the lil one didn't make it
Gotta talk to 'em slow
Cause when

games
Te amo yeah manton can say that
But I love you that's a different story
Not going to lie
I hope you get knocked down by a lorry
Every boy in England

to be Lil Uzi (what?)
Quit cause that shit failed (wow)
We on rockstar shit (yea)
Not on go to hell (nope)
Snap-back, nigga where the cash at?
I done told

or an Anonymous mask
Just so you know its real its all feel when I show the skill
Don't look at me Lil' Puppet just… KILL