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(Damkelly)
Am on my way to the top
All my n**ga be on top
I don't want no stain on my top yeah ( I want more liquor in my cup)

(Killy)
Yeah
Too much

Root rose above it so I can,

Sit back n laugh, relax
With a spliff in my hand,

Pour it in the sand for the mans
We just tryna stack a hundred grand

we was throwing ones 
Walking by security had to tuck my gun
We gone put em in a blunt I cant feel my lungs

Man these niggas dont want no smoke 
And I

it not meant to be?
Tempted by fake instructions
Dissecting all my enemies
Tired of your manipulations
Don't need what you're offering me
My bad

soul like some R&B
I grew up on that Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
My role models sold drugs like a pharmacy
It feels like I gotta keep a gun in the car with me

the shower from the pole
(Yall aint ready) Send your girl some flowers for her rose
Yall aint ready
Mi-Mi-Might relapse again
I'm getting bad again
I'm not-I'm

inside me
I need direction ‘cause I’ve been misled
I’m so full from the lies I’ve been fed
I got a rose on the wall by my bed
I got hoes I can call for

mean I dress for success but underneath it lies
Emotional attachments that I so despise
So imma roll the dice and avoid being paralyzed
By bad decisions

on a Friday
Complex, down behind my lip like a pirate ship
My rose, gold obsession
Gave the world a deep depression
You can tell by my expression that you

told I'm sick?
I want suck all dicks?  Deadass?
I'm the fat oak time goes by,
No matter what ever you try
I'm the rock sis I don't cry
I'm so rich peace

Money drugs n guns
Dats what the pretty bitches Want
I got it all
My people cant face the fact that imma dog
I fuck ha raw
If i dont nut up in that

App or you want my Zelle?
Now he trying to kiss me, but easy does it
N**** I need roses by the dozen
Nah fuck that, where them hunnids?
If you don't got

why I stay by myself
And I know its good for my health
To double and triple my wealth
You got a necklace and I got a chain
You n***** not fuckin with me

likkle sit'n
Pretty like rose
Fully Sixx a tag up under all she post
Gyal ina mih bed
And have on all mih gold
Then take out mih cocky
And snatch mih soul

lee bad boi's, wiv our guns we'll blow ya liver n blow ya lungs

Ye wkd
Cumin up agen yes iiiiiii
B a m we got the bassline, so curse lee don't mess wi

Hard Life

Mobb Deep

Filthy America...It's Beautiful

2016

a beef with the world, never dead it
Your son in deep shit, mama love better pray
With your broken-ass gun, shit, looking like relics
Fear so bad when

treat you fair treat me equally

Feel like a pit pull without a leash
Im here to show you what's underneath
Rose from the trash traumatized by my past
Not

of disguise
Life is great if you rose with the skies
I got so much to say, only so much arrives
Uncertain if a man sheds his soul when he cries
Not

don't even need a scale
Trapping by myself sleeping in and out Motels
I ain't never had nobody
I fell in-love wit the streets (I fell in-love with my gun

ain’t from Harlem but the Cash Flow

I got bad karma imma a**hole 

Got Problems You Know where I’m at bro

Come and Find me 

I Ain’t Chicken 

Just

Victory 2004

The Notorious B.I.G.

Victory 2004

2004

Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp

Victory 2004

The Notorious B.I.G.

Bad Boy's 10th Anniversary: The Hits

2004

Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp

on the good side
Better be on my side
Or else you'll have a bad time
For the rest of your days
I'm living comfy in a crisis
Worshipping the gods
Meditating

closer to the edge
almost falling off a building 'im dangle by a thread and my fingers gettin' loosie
If my past was any different my future be a given
my