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Leave them kids without a father
Shoulder where heads reside
Remember didn't have no angle
Couldn't imagine me twenty five
Had to play by different rules

Go crazy on them beats rich ro
Goodlooking Ro
Aye
Truth is I'm too real for this fake shit
Keep the grass cut
You gone always see the snake shit

Defend this house
Under Armour shout
Steve Kerr no Bull
Robert Horry 7
Seconds to go
Big Shot Bob
Vinny D 4 3
Texas real home team
Dallas feel me
Like

fine
I always knew I was bright never thought that I would shine
Pockets Big no Sean
Shoutout NL Shaun!
Feel like Frank can't trust these niggas
I'm by

to try to get rich
That's why I start ballin', I stayed out the mix, but we still servin' grams while we sittin' on The bench
I ain't have score on 'em,

playing the same
Bitch it's Foreign 630 but u already know
Can take a bitch and make me rich
Just by feeding her blow
I been a million dollar nigga
All my

for drive myself home wrapped in rich linens
And get home pop bottles with my new siblings 
I get food anytime that I press buttons 
I wear, I wear

need no umbrella 
For my white ass like vanilla (Ice)
Or like MJ's tan 20 years after Thriller
I'll get you later like a baby gets grab in a zoo by

personal
Im tryna get rich
Almost 20yrs in they telling me not To quit
It got sour b4 i hit my tenth Thousand hour
A lot of yall won't get those politics
But

to drive like 80 minutes, im tryna do sumtin',
I'm bigThrow a party now, I don't know who comin'
Im fake rich
I be buying t-shirt for 2 hundred
My nigga

favorite Runtz
Couldn't swim with the big fishes so the nigga sunk
Can't forget my baby my burner nickname Timmy Turner
Yea, extended magazine Double XL

twister
Come on, sister, Big Pun's Mr. "Cock and Squeeze" like a gun tester
Crushing sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back
Close your

know they love me, they know I'm lit
You see me with her, you know I hit
Hoppin' out the foreign, big body
Young nigga out here and I'm gettin' rich

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S/O Big Dilla
And all my n***** back home
In ya city for 20 hours
Then I'm back gone
So girl what you tryna do?
I got this fly a** room with

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It’s a Good day I just brought 50 pints in

Shout out mei ling and her fam for this light 10
We finna double back again befor the night end

seen the feds and prayed that they dont double back. 100 bands surrounded by 20 rubberbands. They dont understand how I do this for the fam. Glock 21

Hah hah haahhhh haahhhh ohwah
If it ain't about that money I ain't tryna talk
You can tell that I'm that nigga by the way I walk
My pockets swole

like Usher Raymond

30, 000, all twenties, blew that on one watch
100 bands, all hundreds
Blew that on one drop
Five bricks, broke down
Sold that on one

money, don't wanna think about spending it
Ima be rich in my twenties, Kailani gon be elementary
Break this money down between people, perfect symmetry

by Nike
Twenty threes on my feet
Making movies
Call me mike Lee
I ain't mad at these niggas tryna Steal and be just like me
I got everything I want

shit
Big bank what I make nigga
I got 20 K on my chain bitch
Made a bag richard milly tag
Bitch I made it happen on my grave bitch
Hit the gas only grade

and get murked
in the trap since a kid, nigga, free merc
Got a line on za these nigga shit dirt
I'm tryna get rich, I'm putting in work

Got curved by

Now we got a larger stake, I don't talk but I still get a bigger take
Yes I'm thumbing, I still got to regulate
Need blue hundred, see 20 by everyday

money like a poker set 
(Ay we really rich doe)

Still got checks
I ain’t open yet 

They took my homie 
Gotta cope with that 

But I ain’t sweating shit