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time I headlined
They begged for me
Last time I had no whip I bought 3
Now it's gold bottles flooded to the feet
Roc Boy
Ciroc Boy
Now in Ramada Boy
By

all that I trust
In house studio bitch I ain't need the lights
I rap up in a dark corner every single fucking night
Cars stopping by and I go and tell

stop
I can't pull up unless it's 50k
I'm makin' racks up off the shit I say
He feelin' jealous, that's a bitch trait
That Draco bustin' make him do

heart
People talked about me & they stayed in my house
Niggas hating on me & I tried  help em out
I did it for the family I ain't do it for no clout

shooting back when you seen the sparks of hallows flying
So don’t be talking like you bout it when it come drama time
My niggas take care of it, I won’t have

shit 'till 160
Got your bitch wet like her nickname is Misty
Keep it a buck I ain't taking no 50 or 20s or 10s
So say hello to my little friend

the killing in these iced streets
Its likely shit might get dicey
Ain’t no telling really what the fuck you might see
It’s us now, no luck found
Body in

for hiphop
Used to rock tennis socks underneath my flip-flops
No one cared down at Street Corner Music
My ear got infected when the beat got into it

Before I hit 50 I'm trynna get rich
Because I ain't dying though life is a bitch
Give it my all give a hunnid percent
That's how it goes get the fuck off

it bro
They don't like to see you up rather see you broke
All at fronting on the click i aint with tho
I fuck with niggaz that be winning tryna get it

a second marinate
This deuce deuce letting loose
Ain't no patty cake
Got you shiver shaking
When I let it spray
Pussy
Run up you gone catch this fade
Send

think I'm done, I've tried it and ,you know, this ground just ain't for me
I'll be up in the sky, least you can do is try
And all I was is all that I am,

Radio says hark
Behold label-less, unstableness, but ableness
To show you how it's done
Shit was made in a basement hun
All by me for fun
I write poems

before 
So you can't tell me shit about no ratchet folk 
At the fifty yard tryna pull me a hoe 
Down by the palace where I used to go get my dope
I'm out

Honky Tonk World [DVD]

Chris LeDoux

Classic

2008

wanted to see

But the world has turned and it's time you learned
That the old ain't working no more
Yeah the rules have changed it's brand new game

Shit Is Real

Unlinked Artist

Well Connected

1999

was like "Fuck it" 
An no real nigga was ashamed to ride a bucket 
When shit was goin' down 
We followed it 
If she ain't suckin' dick by now 
She

Nigga with a knife bitch die 

No lie 

I got pride ha ha

Laugh it away to the bank  50,000 in the bank 

I’m Sippin this drank I can’t think 

All my

Im tryna get witty
Riding thru the city and its litty The hoes thirsty and they wanna Lick me
Im feeling like im fifty
Bulletproof to ya problems
But

-Inna Q50 moving fast
Its like 2 something on the dash
There go my opp he running fast
If I got that Glock he won’t last
Ex btch had to leave her in

I just copped two Rolex cause it's two time past my time to blow
Trapped out down by Foley when I came up out a level four

Say they want me dead

but there ain't no one to run to[00:50.07]Ayy, I've been smokin' runtz too[00:52.38]If you need me, I'll be yours[00:54.49]I remember last year, I

what is your profession aahoo aahoo

If you want me come and get me
Meet me at the fifty
We about to see who the hardest in the city
We ain't scared

see? The message is bottled in
Them phonies get dropped by the King Soloman
If it's lonely at the top, call me King solemn-man
No ponies in the drop,

five and a nine, that bitch go equal fifty-four
He was thinking with his dick, so my bitch go send the lo
Set a pick for that pussy nigga, it's