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before everybody gets up
My stress is kind of high but I don’t ever let up
By the time you hear this yeah my business will probably be booming
But right

playin' with me, I am the truth
I'm a survivor, they protected by iron I'm there mother and father, there is no other
I'm a survivor

ivory whiter than teeth. No wonder we Flossin. We started as Kings, were forced into slaves, and transitioned to leaders inventors and rulers of state we

like the Eiffel but who know what Paris like
My Idols grab the rifle they gon show what heaven's like
Turn em to my rivals when I'm done, hope Hell is

get for not minding your business
Hit him in the leg since he down there bitching Yea

Now walk bitch to many niggas guarding they gun and all they do

the show business
And I'm the only name still
Written on my hit list

Cold weather, supposed to get better
Goose bumps bump through my Polo sweater

Showed up to a party last night with my gear on new spear on, got the glock in my pocket by the earphones, dressed to kill feeling like I probably

Of human erasure, can't stop the pace, sir
Make sure when "standing off" my rhymes slay first
Jealous haters out there, high-five! I see you
"No one's gonna

run it back to that nigga Jimmy
I see you in the chair but can you stand on business
High school just a topic that you're not forgetting
Aye Dot, show

the footsteps of punks
And there's always hustlers mixed in with the chumps
And judging by the look of the low moral going 'round
Lots of herbs B.S.-ing in

business
And no questions, I save em for the interview
All I know is I won't worry bout the things I didn't do (there wasn't any)
I give the birds a wave, go

I'm just walking into my brightest light
Bitch niggas gon' switch up n they walking round like hermaphrodites
Stepping out of line off a small joke

specific in the way I
Dot my I's and cross my t's
There's no exception
To this exception . standard
That ain't standard,
Strictly classic, my repertoire

different
Her ex-man was lazy
He was never about his business
She like my style and I know she love my pimp'in
She all about me
She don't care about them

Reduced to a couple shit I'm feeling like I got away
Dirt was by my lonely so I didn't have a lot to say
Looking for an empire but all they got was me

even leave a witness 
Chop city 
I'ma ‘daemon'
With a business
I twiss my watch it's skeletal 
Yh uno this bitch is skinless 
Snowy trees like it's

nowhere
I'm right here
I'm going nowhere
I won't slow down
I won't ease up

I'ma fucking beast
Been getting no sleep
Up late murdering beats
Produced by me

Aye they gone judge me by my past not my future

I advise you not to try me
On my own who right beside me
Pistol on my waistline
I be solo when im

of my life

Every day is like a creeping sickness
but I’d never dare to show my weakness
I’m sick for the adrenaline
All around me I see daily business

Can't Get Enough

Tamia

Between Friends

2006

have to switch to third round and make me scream
Like when I put it down (now)

Put on a little show
To let you baby know
By then I should be

cake
My dinner served up on a platter
By the finest hoe that you could find up in Atlanta
Yeah look at my flow out of control
You cannot hold me
Lyrical

running for me
That shit there funny to me
I keep them coming for free
They swarming in flocks bitch
I ain't got no ops bitch
You a fan and you coming

for two like months as it spread across the map and
Fucked everything up ..like, never imagined
The economy's crashing, people losing their minds
There

on the edge
I've been on the edge
Since back in the day

I'm not like you
I'm never gonna' be
I'm never gonna' be
A wannabe like you
No no no

I've strive for