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(Brandon, you made this?)

I'm sorry mama, I ain't pulling over
They gon' have to catch me, ayy
High as fuck, told the driver stop at 7-Eleven,

that blicky rip
You ain't go get rich or die trying  like  fifty cent
I'm sticky fingers with the money yea every cent
I ain't gon say shit you the type

Talking like a champ stop playing I'll take yo belt
All it took was one shot they ain't have no healt

All star numbers I've been balling since a young

myself

They say that you with me
If you ain't gone step yea

And I been stepping since a jit
I do this for the fam

Boy we bout to get rich

Everybody got

Things picking up fast
Confessions just posted can't wait for my incoming 50-cent check
Lately inspiration been nonstop
I'm a kid in a candy shop
Don't

You just wasting my time so what you lying for
I don’t wanna waste my time with you non
You said you got me but you really don’t
Ain’t no cosmo but I

For Everybody

Juvenile

Juve the Great

2003

back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50

Take it back to when the green was indo
I ain't 50 Cent though, won't die trying
Ain't Doug Fresh but, man, stop lying
And stop crying, it's getting you

I just feel heat
Sun rose, sun set on the same street Damn
I just took a lil' break, I ain't miss a beat
Will I ever get rich, shit we finna see
So

a crack rock
Stop the fussing competition no discussion
Beat the beat I am destruction
Sick on it need robatussin
I ain't into carpet munchin' getting head

say
I'm taking sense
No 50 cents

Ain't a game, you should stop with all the foolery
For good or bad, either way it's opportunity
Give your life

my circle
Give rich die tryin' like 50 no many men in my circle

You was locked up in that cell I couldn't do shit about it
You told me make it by yo

While my competition is lying around
Money coming in dollars flying around
While I make cents try get in peace and smell the incense
I believed my ideas

to my shit if you ain't gone share it
And that's True Kese by the way, It's Greezy
I think I found my groove
Young M.A every line a Ooouuu
You all, need

later, I shoot body better duck
Big blade on my waist, give you way more than a buck fifty
Smoking the finest, Q cost a buck
Shoot first, ask later, if I

this bitch
Even if I crash I know ima get out of the shit
I'm fully protected by the people I'm surrounded with
Look at my necklace and you ain't gunna

Die Bout It

Kevin Gates

Stranger Than Fiction

2013

lying in their rhyme
You can stop pretending
My past sagging in this bitch
Don't give a fuck who feel me
And if you disrespect me nigga
You gonna

it ain't Fifty cent
I don't like twelve if it ain't Ja Morant
Officer, what's up?
Let's talk like man
See you day eye all this gold on my neck
And I

of my exes 
Fifty chicks wanna lick the tip 
Like I'm Richie Rich 
Sip Chrissy Chris 
Get rich or die trying like I'm 50 Cent
Give her a cock 
Then I

needa stop rapping boy u in yo 50s I can’t fuck with you nigga you is a loser you needa go home let met call u an Uber bitch u is dumb get u a tutor  I

noise
Real Cayce hot boy, been getting it in the city
Get rich or die trying, been feeling like fifty
Want them Frank's not nitty, Jackson and them grants

the Curtis, what the fuck is a Curtis? My nigga that's a fifty

Motherfuck yo dress code
And I ain't taking off my hat 'cause I'm in chill mode
And I could

cent get rich or die trying
Aint no surprise can't define all these lines cuz I'm shining
Ain't no such thing as the speakers being too loud
Get the hell

Dollar and a Dream

The Game

The Documentary 2

2015

How the hell I did it? I let God ad lib it
I put that on Leetwood, I ain't lying one sentence
Bitch, I started with a dollar and a dream
We went from